#i wanna go lay in a bed and hibernate hey hey

[aka-indulgence]

Washed out

[thewolffairytaler]

The Bear's morning routine - part 1 | The little sheep sequel series

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Summary: The seventeen year old Isaiah woke up to anathor seemingly normal school day, hearing about the latest gossip and enjoying his tasty breakfast. However, during the conversation about what they all were going to do for the summer. He got himself an invite to a potential road trip, if he can convince his godmother, that is. He was supposed to aid her this summer after all.

The curtains were the only thing separating him from his doormates as he was still laying on his bunk bed, groggily opening up his eyes, as he could hear them move around on the other side. Most likely, getting themselves ready for the day, it was only somewhere six o clock. But they had to prepare everything before leaving for breakfast at seven. Just when Isaiah was debating deeply about staying in his bed a bit longer, a familiar face popped up to once again act as his personal alarm clock.

"Ugh, what's up, Isaiah? You're really sleepin' in late today. We've got to get movin' if we wanna make it to the cafeteria on time. You don't wanna be late for breakfast, trust me. I'm starvin' over here, and I heard they're servin' up some decent meat skewers this morning. Come on, get up, buddy!" Isaiah turned his head to the right to look at the boy with a canine personality and let out a sleepy grunt in acknowledgement. Nudging his eyes a bit as he started to move his legs around so that they would touch the floor, to then calmly get up, still in a drowsy like state.

"Ah, finally, you're up! I was startin' to think I'd have to come over there and drag you outta bed myself! You know, I swear, you're like a bear wakin' up from hibernation or somethin'! Anyway, let's get movin', we've got to get ready for another day at Rutherford. I'm gonna go grab a quick shower, you wanna join me?" Cody, always the more outgoing of the two, gestured toward the communal bathroom, his enthusiasm palpable. He was accustomed to Isaiah's silence and had long since learned to interpret the boy’s subtle nods and facial expressions. Today, however, he waited for an answer, hopeful that Isaiah would join him. Though Isaiah didn’t speak, his presence was a comfort to Cody, who often felt overwhelmed by the social currents that flowed through the school. The prospect of a quick shower before breakfast seemed like the perfect way to ease into their day, and he was eager to share the moment with his friend.

He raised an eyebrow at the mention of being like a bear, but did a small nod in confrimation that he would take a morning shower as well. He knew their other four friends was just going to change into their uniforms and do the usual teeth brushing, because some of them usually wake up 6:30 instead, not caring about showering everyday like his roommate.

"Alright, sounds good! I'll meet you in the shower then. And, hey, don't mind what I said about the bear thing, I was just messin' with ya. You know I'm just joshin'. Now, let's get changed and get lookin' sharp for the day. I heard Anton's gonna be talkin' about the upcoming Memorial day, so we don't wanna be late for that." Memorial Day...? Memorial Day.... Oh crap, Memorial Day! He completely forgot about that. He was too busy with thinking about the tests and assignments he didn't even think about any other upcoming holidays. Isaiah went immediately to take out his school uniform from the shared closet, as he took his own towel as well, making sure to keep up the pace with his roommate.

"Whoa, whoa, easy does it, Isaiah! Don't freak out, it's not like we forgot about the whole country or anythin'! Its just day to leave a light on some graves. But, yeah, it's a big deal, especially for the student council. I heard Anton's got some pretty cool ideas. I'm just hopin' they don't make us do any...unpleasant performances. You know, like last year's...incident with the..." Isaiah just shook his head at that, not wanting one of his closest friends to remind him of that incident.

"Yeah, yeah, let's just forget about that, okay? I was just messin' around. So did you hear about the play yesterday? How the lead actor sprayed his ankle on a rehearsal? Can you believe that? Right before the big show!" Cody shook his heas after letting out a quick sigh. "That's just typical, right? ya put all that effort into rehearsing, 'n then bam! just lak that, ya're sidelined." Isaiah nodded, recalling the frantic messages they’d received from the drama club president. "They're sayin' it's gonna set the whole shoot back a coupla days so the backup fella can get the hang of them coordinates right. Lawd, that’s a whole 'nother level of drama!" Cody began to chuckle for a bit. "Ain't no way that'd happen anywhere else but our school! I can already see the ruckus brewin' back there. You know how them rehearsals get. And bless Simon's heart—he's been worried sick 'bout this part; now he gotta crank it up a notch!" They both sighed, imagining the frantic energy that would envelop the drama club in the coming days.

As they finished their conversation, they entered the changing room, greeted by the chatter of other boys from various classes, but the buzz of gossip about the play, as well as some random rumours filled the air. Cody grinned as he caught snippets of conversations about the latest mishaps in rehearsal and the tension brewing between the lead actor and the director. Despite the presence of others, their minds were still swirling with the possibilities and pitfalls that awaited the drama club in the next few days. In their hearts, they knew that, regardless of the chaos, it would only make for more interesting stories to share later.

Sharing an impromptu conversation as they made their way to the showers. The air was filled with the faint scent of soap and steam as they stepped into the tiled space, the sound of water cascading echoing around them. "Well, I reckon I oughta start gettin' my butt to the gym a bit more, y'know?" Cody remarked, glancing sideways at Isaiah. "With all this studyin', I think I'm startin' to lose my edge." Isaiah let out a hum in acknowledgement, adjusting the temperature of his shower head.

The familiar smell of sweat still permeated the air as they hastily towelled off and returned to the changing rooms when the showers were over. They put on their immaculate school uniforms, the material a reminder of what was expected of them. They discussed their future classes and their goals for the week as they got dressed. For Isaiah, the shared enthusiasm was more important than the words, and Cody enthusiastically described his project intentions. Though Isaiah let his mind wander as he began fixing his tie. Isaiah was tall, standing at 192 cm, and a bit on the chubby side, while Cody, at 177 cm, boasted a well-toned physique that always seemed to attract attention. He couldn’t help but think about the differences between them. Cody was always so focused on fitness, and while Isaiah admired his determination, he felt comfortable in his own skin, even if that meant carrying a bit more weight. Yet the more he pondered over it, Isaiah’s mind lingered on his own reflection. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to join Cody in the gym once in a while, not necessarily to change who he was, but to challenge himself and see what he was capable of.

“Hey, look at you! You actually managed to put on your uniform all by yourself this time,” he remarked, his voice laced with genuine praise. Isaiah turned slightly, his eyes flickering with a mix of pride and embarrassment. In the past, simple tasks like putting the tie on had sometimes posed a challenge for him, and Cody’s compliment felt like a small victory. Isaiah responded quietly with a minor hum, a shy smile creeping onto his lips. These kinds of situations served as a reminder to him of the value of support, particularly in a society where he frequently felt like he was rushing to catch up. The two of them walked out of the changing room together and into the busy school hallways, heading to the cafeteria to eat. Anticipation building with each step, when suddenly they halted at the entrance. The sight that greeted them was heartwarming: their fellow dormmates gathered together, creating a lively tableau of youthful energy. Among them, one of the boys named Jay stood out, engrossed in reading the whiteboard that detailed the morning's breakfast offerings. His animated expressions as he deciphered the list.

"Let's see... today's main breakfast, bacon and ham kebab skewers." Jay told them this as his gaze did not leave the whiteboard.

"Nice, I was right for once!" Said Cody as he exclaimed about what he read about the school's website for comprehensive support, administration and communication in one place. Whilst also having a page about the weeks upcoming food, sometimes though it wasn't entirely accurate. Having the foods being switched on different days, or being changed on the last minute.

The boys went in through the double doors of the cafeteria, and a wave of chatter and the clatter of trays washed over the six of them as they filed in. Each clutched a laden tray, a colourful array of breakfast provisions stacked precariously. They navigated the bustling room with practised ease, their eyes scanning the long tables for an open spot. Spotting a gap near the window, they converged, sliding onto the benches with a comfortable familiarity. Steam rose from their plates, carrying the mingled aromas of grilled meat, toasted bread, and fresh vegetables. Ham bacon skewers, glistening with a savoury glaze, were the clear stars of the show, each boy carefully unwrapping them, the delicious scent making their mouths water. Some paired the skewers with thick slices of crusty bread, while others attacked a colorful assortment of bell peppers, potatoes, tomatoes, and sprigs of parsley, a testament to the school's commitment to a balanced meal. As they began to eat, a comfortable silence fell over them, punctuated only by the gentle clinking of silverware and the occasional satisfied sigh.

Forks clinked against plates as they discussed the approaching summer break, a topic that always sparked excitement and longing. Daniel, a lanky boy with a mischievous glint in his eye, casually mentioned his plan for a cross-country road trip. "Just going through the states, all the way to California," he said, nonchalantly spearing a tomato with his fork. This announcement drew the attention of the others, their own summer plans suddenly seeming less adventurous. "California? Why California?" one of them asked, curiosity evident in his voice. Daniel shrugged, a playful grin spreading across his face. "No special reason, just want to travel and see the sights with a different group." His answer only deepened the mystery and fueled their interest. Daniel, sensing their interest, then made an offer, wondering aloud if anyone would like to join him. He sheepishly explained that there were two empty spots in the van and, with a slight blush, admitted that his friends were a bit short on funds and could use some help along the way.

His usual roommates, however, were either unimpressed or already committed to other plans. But Cody, with his characteristic golden retriever enthusiasm and a summer schedule looking rather empty, was instantly captivated. His eyes lit up, and he enthusiastically turned to Isaiah, practically bouncing in his seat as he asked if he could come too. Isaiah, however, was a study in quiet uncertainty. His usual stoicism was amplified by a mix of apprehension and practicality. The prospect of venturing far from Louisiana was daunting, a place he'd never left before, and travel was a financial impossibility he couldn't ignore. Plus, there was the looming commitment to his godmother, who relied on his help at her restaurant all summer long. The thought of leaving felt like betraying her trust and his own responsibilities.

Cody, undeterred, unleashed the full force of his puppy-dog eyes, weaving a compelling narrative about Isaiah's need to finally prioritise himself, to escape the daily grind and embrace a well-deserved moment of joy. A battle raged within Isaiah, torn between obligation and the tantalising possibility of a summer adventure, a possibility that was as scary as it was alluring. To make things more complicated, Daniel, though not consciously trying to sway him, chimed in with comments that only made Isaiah more confused. "Yeah, you should totally go, man. It'll be a blast!" It somehow managed to tip the scales of Isaiah's indecision, leaving him more uncertain than ever. He was caught in a crossfire of well-intentioned manipulation and careless enthusiasm, and the decision he needed to make felt heavier with each passing moment.

Eventually, with a sigh that spoke volumes, he relented, promising to “ask her” for permission. The change in Cody was instantaneous, it was enough to electrify him. A whoop of pure joy erupted, followed by a full-bodied side hug that sent Isaiah stumbling slightly. Cody’s face was buried in his friend’s stomach, his muffled voice uttering the soft observation, "It's like hugging a giant marshmallow." The comparison, so innocent and absurd, broke the tension completely, a wave of laughter washing over the group. For Isaiah, though, the quiet moment of contact, the soft weight of Cody hugging him, felt strangely grounding, a silent acknowledgement that his vulnerability had not been a weakness. Jay, watching the display with a wry smile, shook his head. "Talk about pure canine behaviour," he chuckled, "only Cody has enough positivity to always smile like that." Simon, however, seemed to pick up on a flicker of discomfort on Isaiah's face beneath the embrace, stepping in with a gentle hand on Cody's shoulder. "Alright, that's enough," he interjected, a playful but firm tone in his voice, "leave the big guy alone." The moment felt both incredibly warm and slightly awkward, a perfect snapshot of their dynamic.

Even though he was unable to express his thoughts and feelings verbally, their understanding was tangible, a comforting blanket of support. He felt a wave of relief, knowing that his thoughts and feelings were understood, even without his voice. The immediate challenge now was to focus on approaching the old lady, without the ability to feel guilty about it, how he could express his desire for a road trip, a much-needed adventure with his trusted companions, but for the time being, the warmth of his friends' presence was a much-needed consolation.

Author's note: As you could tell, I gave up on writing Cody’s speech in a southern accent halfway through. Why? It's because it gets harder to comprehend what he is saying after that, not to mention that it wasn't ever necessary. Just pretend he's always talking like that, it's difficult to write in an accent alright!? Also, this is just a chapter I wrote for you to get an idea on how it's going to look like. I'm planning on writing this series as if it was a horror film, meaning, it will be something like tcm 2003 and the Beginning. Except it will give Isaiah more of a backstory since this is a fanfic, not a script for a film.

[pedropascallme]

haiiiiii!!!!! i know i request so so much so i’m so sorry but omfbgdmdhsjanah today has been so ROUGHHH . could u write jim like comfort of some kind????? today has been the worst ever:( thank u so so much i appreciate u sm

AN: NOOOOO feel better bae :( I hope this is up to par <3

You felt awful. And tired. And grumpy and hungry and overwhelmed. And so on.

If there was a way to stay in bed forever, or at least for several days at a time, you wanted to do that. You wanted to find a place to hibernate and ignore the world for a while—not to mention, have the world ignore you.

You sat in bed, staring at the ceiling; you had expected an easy fix, which had been naïve. Comparatively, everything was easy, after going through what you had, but even so. There was pity in the eyes of everybody who heard your story, everybody who learned what you’d gone through, who couldn’t imagine the harrowing journey you had been on—the loss, the fear—was only ever able to offer a kind smile and a loose “I’m sorry.” You felt like all you’d ever be good for was a story.

Jim came home as the sun was setting. The summer air felt heavy in your lungs, but at least the apartment you were staying in had A/C (which you’d learned was fairly commonplace in America, not that it made much difference when it came to the humidity). Jim wiped sweat from his temple, walking into the bedroom to find you sprawled out and vexed.

“Long day?” He sat next to you, removing his shirt to rid himself of the sticky feeling of sweaty fabric.

“No, not really.” You continued to stare at the ceiling, closing your eyes when you felt a gentle hand come to rest between your ribs.

“Hard day?” He pressed further, rubbing his hand up and down your chest.

“Yeah.” You curled into yourself, knees brushing Jim as you pulled them up to your stomach. “Feel lost.”

Jim looked down at you, and although you could see the exhaustion in his face and the way his mouth twitched down at the edges having to see you upset, you could also see the compassion behind his eyes; it was always empathy with him, never cliché sympathies. He lowered himself down to your level on the bed, encouraging you to wrap yourself around his body. He held the back of your head in his hand, lacing fingers through your hair when you buried your face in his neck. You sighed, too tired to cry over something that felt so minimal compared to what the two of you had run from.

“S’alright,” Jim kissed the top of your head, “I’d be more worried if you felt perfect all the time.”

“Wish I felt perfect all the time.”

“S’not gonna happen.” He was direct, but he was right, and you knew he’d be lying if he had gone about supporting your ridiculous wish. “S’alright to feel shitty.” He continued to comb through your hair with his fingers, and you focused on the way the patterns he drew felt on your scalp.

“Don’t like it.”

“I know, baby.” Jim sighed, “I don’t like it either.” You couldn’t tell if he meant that he was unhappy seeing you so low, or if he was struggling with the same kind of self-doubt and post-traumatic stress that you were.

“Don’t wanna be a freak.” You felt your voice crack a bit on the last word, and you tried to nuzzle further into him.

“Not a freak—hey,” Jim tugged gently on your hair to get you to look up at him, “you’re not. You’re brave, and—I mean, fuck, I’ve never seen someone handle a machete with so much grace.” He quipped, smiling so you could only just see his top teeth. “And beautiful.” He kissed your forehead and you felt capable of opening your body language up to him more, untangling yourself from him and opting to lay on his chest instead.

“Do you think people feel bad for us?”

“Sure, yeah—maybe, but they just don’t get it.” They would never get it; you both knew that.

“Do you feel bad for me?” You were speaking under your breath. Jim wrapped his arms over you, and you could feel the way his chest moved when he bit back a laugh.

“Never,” he assured, “’m proud of you.”

“Why?” You were asking half out of genuine curiosity and confusion, and half because you liked to hear him compliment you.

“You think any of the people here can even imagine what we’ve been through? Even when we tell the stories?” You shrugged, shoulders rubbing against his ribs, “You lived it, y’still wake up every morning.” He kind of nodded his head, shrugging his own shoulders in response to you, “that’s a feat in and of itself.”

You reflected on his words, and you knew he was right; still being here was miraculous—being here with him, especially. But there was still that nagging feeling of insignificance and devastation. “Mm,” you considered, “but is it still ok if I wallow a little?”

“Yeah,” he rubbed your back, his other hand pawing gently at the arm you had slumped over his body, “but let me do it with you.”

[milimeters-morales]

chapter three of transfem miles fic (posting this and another one early for fun)

Chapter One / Chapter Two / Chapter Four / Chapter 5 / Chap 6 / Chap 7 / Chap 8 / Chap 9

Wordcount: 3k+

Warnings: None!

Miles jolts awake as his alarm blares in his ears, accidentally waking Ganke as he scrambles to turn it off. His arms are loosely wrapped around Miles’s waist, gently pulling him back into the bed.

“Ganke, c’mon,” he giggles as the other boy tightens his hold, “I gotta get up.”

“Whyyyy,” Ganke whines, “your parents don’t even care when we share a bed.”

“You never know, plus they don’t like me sleeping past noon.”

“It’s Saturday. Everyone sleeps in on a Saturday.”

“Well,” Miles says, pulling away from the warmth of the bed and Ganke’s embrace, “tell that to them.”

Ganke groans into the pillow as Miles gets dressed for the day. “Go back to sleep, babe,” Miles mutters as he presses a kiss to Ganke’s temple and tucks him in.

The sight of Ganke (who quickly fell asleep again, he never was a morning person) peacefully snoring in his bed does make Miles want to climb back into bed with him and hold him close, close enough to where it’s almost suffocating, but he’s already awake, and just forcing himself to stay still again will only be uncomfortable.  

Good thing I have more friends now , he thinks, finding his watch and calling Hobie.

“Hey man, you wanna come over?” He asks.

“Mm. You tryna eat?”

Miles looks over his shoulder at Ganke. He could just wake him up, and drag him with them, or he could let him sleep here. But that would be rude— he doesn’t want to leave Ganke out, he’s his boyfriend!

“You mind being a third wheel?” Miles asks quietly, chuckling and looking for some nicer clothes.

“Be anything for a bite,” Hobie responds.

“Aight, we’ll be ready in a bit. Feel free to hang out on the roof or something.”

After getting dressed in a simple sweater that’s too big and some baggy jeans, Miles wakes Ganke up again. “Hey, we going get something to eat. Come on,” he says, shaking the other’s shoulder. Ganke swats his hand away and turns over. “No, come on, we can make it a date,” he chuckles, taking the covers off of Ganke, who quickly curls up from the sudden chill. “Hobie’s coming, though.”

“You said to go back to sleep,” Ganke grumbles, sitting up and reaching for his glasses on the nightstand, accidentally knocking over a small mirror. Miles catches it before it can hit the ground without looking and hands it to him.

Miles smiles apologetically at Ganke, wishing he could take a picture of his bedhead. “I know, but c'monnn! You can go back to sleep when we get back home, we probably won’t even be there long.” 

Ganke stares dead at him as if Miles just asked him to sell his own kidney for a stick of gum.

“Okay, look, we’ll just order food now and go pick it up, and when we all get back, you can go right back to hibernating for the winter!”

Ganke just keeps staring.

Miles sighs and rolls his eyes while putting a hand on his hip, “Fine, you don’t have to come, but when—“

“Oh wow, you’re standing just like your mom—”

“— but when me and Hobie end up finding a winning lottery ticket on the ground and don’t split the million with you, don’t say shit to me,” Miles says, tossing the blanket back at Ganke, who quickly takes it with a smile.

“You know Hobie would immediately spend that money on literally everything else, and you’d have nothing left for yourself,” Ganke remarks as he lays back down, “love youuuu.”

“Shut up. Take your glasses off,” Miles says as he goes to leave the room, “love you too.”

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“So I was talking to Peter, and he sent me off to buy him food, but the lady at the counter couldn’t tell if I was a guy or not, so she just called me a cosplayer-- you know what that is, right?” Miles said around a mouthful of fried fish and rice.

Hobie nods. “How long ago do you think the 70’s was?”

“I know that! I meant, like, dimensional differences or something. I don’t have a comic-con, you might not even have cosplayers.” 

The two sit in silence for a bit on the rooftop, eating their fried fish with red beans and rice. There was a woman selling plates nearby, so thankfully they didn’t have to go far. It was a pretty peaceful moment that he was glad to have before patrolling. Well, he means before he started relaxing further to let the food settle, and then started patrolling. 

“Why Ganke ain’ here?” Hobie finally asks.

“Oh, he was still tired. It’s exhausting sleeping past noon,” Miles laughs, “thought you’d know that already.”

“I like t'switch up my schedule every now and then, keep people on their toes,” Hobie explains.

“Dude,” Miles rolls his eyes, “now you admit to having set schedules in the first place? It’s like I don’t even know you.”

Hobie chuckles softly, and then they return to the comfortable silence.

It’s about twenty minutes in, and Miles really wants to mess it up now, and he can’t really figure out why. He just wants to tell Hobie that he didn’t cut his legs during his first shave, but why does he want to tell him that? Sure, it would be nice for Hobie to say “good job” or something, but he has other accomplishments he could tell the guy that were way more impressive than preventing a tiny cut that would completely vanish before the day’s over. And it’s not like he needs Hobie’s approval or praise anyway. 

He should just keep quiet, it’s an unremarkable, boring thing. That’s like saying you avoided stepping in a deep puddle on your way to school, everybody does it. 

“Aight, I gotta go,” Miles says, standing up, “this city needs Spider-Man to show up eventually.”

“Alright, I’ll throw this away for you,” Hobie offers, taking the empty plate and dirty napkins from Miles. “Stay safe out there.”

Miles waves him off, “Man, you don’t needa worry about me. I’ve been doing this for over a year.” He smiles warmly at the other boy before he swings off. “Thanks though. Love you, bye!”

Hobie blinks before flashing between pink and purple, Miles swears he sees his lip twitch, and waves goodbye.

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“OW- shit shit shit shit--”

“What? What happ--” Pavitr cuts himself off with a gasp. “Okay, stop moving! I’ll get it out!”

Miles lowers his shoulders and slowly clasps his hands together, baring the side of his neck to the other boy. 

“It’ll sting a bit. It won’t bleed like crazy,” Pavitr says, and Miles honestly feels like he’s saying that more to himself, before pulling the earring out of Miles’s neck.

“Okay, no more playing with jewelry in,” he laughs nervously, taking off his own earrings. 

“Yeah,” Miles agrees, placing a hand to the slowly bleeding puncture on his neck. The sting was bordering on painful, and kind of felt like slowly applying pressure to your skin with your own nail.

“Let’s go clean this, come with me,” Pavitr shakes his head and runs a few fingers through his hair. “Sorry dude, I didn’t think that would happen.”

Miles nods, “Yeah.” It was a bit hard to form any other words, to comfort Pavitr even more so, with the stinging slowly spreading up to his brain like a sort of… mycelium. 

That might not be the word he wanted to use, but whatever.

Back in Pavitr’s kitchen, Miles slowly regains a bit of speaking ability. “Don’t feel bad,” he blurts out as Pavitr washes his hands. “You didn’t mean to.”

Pavitr jumps a little as if he forgot Miles was there. “Th… thanks man. Can you go get the-- no, wait, stay there. I did it, I should fix it myself.”

Is that passive aggressiveness? His mom sometimes talks like that, but Pavitr’s a pretty straight-forward guy, outside of other people’s relationships. He’s genuinely meaning that he’ll do the entire cleaning himself, right?

“Do you… want help?” Miles asks hesitantly.

“No, I got it! Your ear’s fine, yes?” Pavitr calls from the bathroom.

“Yeah, it’s okay,” he answers, reaching up to feel the small indent on his skin, noticing the slight warmth. Pavitr comes back swiftly, coming back with a clear little bottle, a towel, and a few q-tips. 

“You know, back when I first started fighting, I didn’t want to take my earrings out. I had worn them, and nobody knew because of the hammerspace, so there weren’t any weird parts that poked out,” Pavitr began, sitting down at the table and cleaning the earring in front of him. “I was super… ummm, what’s the word I’m looking for…”

Miles watches silently as Pavitr scrubs a bit unnecessarily.

“Arrogant, yeah, I was super arrogant! I would think that with these new powers, nothing could hurt me, and that the stuff that did hurt me wouldn’t be enough to keep me down for a few minutes at a time. But then,” Pavitr holds up the earring to the light above, “my hubris caught up to me!” He picks up a q-tip and dips it once in the bottle.

“It was a very hot day, and I was used to the summer in the city by now, but it was just-- scorching. Like, I don’t think that I would have stayed conscious if I didn’t have something cold with me at all times.”

Used to it by now? Did Pavitr not always live here?

“So I had just finished a really intense battle with a demon, and I’m man enough now to admit I was getting beat up, but I did win in the end. But bro, I swear I was going to pass out any moment. A girl had been kind enough to offer me water, but her…sister? I think it was her sister, they looked around the same age and she had a girlish face, she had pulled her away, and I haven’t seen her since. Well anyway, I’m rambling, back on topic: I had been fighting, and I didn’t notice that when the demon tore a bit of my mask, it tore a bit of my hair and took my earring with it. The adrenaline and heat combination had basically made me completely oblivious!” Pavitr exclaims, having been carefully scrutinizing the piercing as he gently cleaned it with the q-tip.

Is that why his hair is styled like that? To hide the unevenness from the missing amount?

He’s quiet for a few seconds before he grabs a dry part of the towel and begins to wipe off the excess liquid from the earring. “So, when I had gotten enough water in me and cooled down, I started to feel the pain, feel the burn! Not in the fun exercise way either, the fight was exercise, but it had just left me in pain and not feeling any sort of accomplishment,” he sighs, getting up and walking to Miles’s side and carefully grabbing his earlobe.

“Imagine if you went to Hell in every religion out of nowhere.”

Don’t say that when you’re about to replace someone’s piercing.

“Sorry, but that’s what it felt like,” Pavitr giggled, and placed the earring back in with experienced ease. “But my point is, don’t feel like you have to downplay how much it hurts!”

“Pavitr, man, it sounds like you went through a lot more than just an earring jab,” Miles points out.

“Details, details. But are you sure you’re okay? Not hiding how much you wanna curl up and wail from the pain?”

Miles rolls his eyes, “Now I feel like you’re implying something,” he says with a smile.

“You know I would just say it out loud,” Pavitr smirks and leans on the table with his hand.

“Even when you shouldn’t.”

“ Especially when I shouldn’t,” Pavitr slowly nods his head. “Miles, did you know you have really pretty eyes?”

He matches Pavitr’s smirk. “You think so? Don’t you already have a girlfriend?”

Pavitr gasps and playfully throws the towel at Miles’s chest. “You know I didn’t mean it like that!” He laughs as he picks up the supplies and walks back to the bathroom. “Besides, I’m way out of your league~”

Miles scoffs incredulously, getting up to follow his friend. “Puh- lease , I’m irresistible! I could be the gir- the dude that other people leave their girlfriends for!”

“On a dare, maybe!”

“Whatever, but don’t leave me around Gayatri, or she might have a new boyfriend within the hour!”

“Out of pity! She’s a very sweet person like that.”

“Man, look-”

____

“Mami, do you still think I have pretty eyes?” Miles asks one night as his mom’s walking in the door, already feeling embarrassed when the question fully leaves his mouth.

“What? Of course, baby. You know, when you were a little baby, your aunt said you had the prettiest eyes she’s ever seen,” she answers, taking off her shoes and letting her hairs down from her bun. “Did someone say otherwise?”

“No, Pavitr just pointed them out, called them pretty.”

Rio smiles and goes to pinch his cheek, “Well, he’s right. You have the prettiest eyes I’ve seen, mijo!” She goes to relax on the couch, finding the remote and immediately switching to her true crime documentaries.

Miles rubs his cheek, mumbling, “Maaaa…”

“What? It’s true!” She laughs, sighing heavily as she sinks into the cushions. “You know, I had to take care of a boy a bit younger than you today.”

“Really? What happened?” Miles asks, looking at the slowly reddening sky out the window. It was nearing night, so he’d have to go patrol soon-- his mom rambling about work was… well, it was usually kind of gross, but it was comforting to hear about her day-- anyway, he couldn’t stick around if her rambling turned into a rant and snowballed into a big lecture. 

“Mm, a drunk driver hit him while he was running away,” she says calmly.

“What?” Miles whips his head around to stare wide-eyed at her.

“Mhm,” she continues casually, “poor boy was in shock, didn’t even realize he was even hit. His arm was broken right here,” she grabs the middle of her forearm, “and his foot was twisted all sorts of wrong.”

“Dang…” Miles says, wincing. “Did you find out why he was running away?”

His mom gets this calculating look in her eye that happens when she’s trying to figure out if she should tell him something, or trying to see if he’s lying. The red and blue police lights coming from the TV flash across her face as she puts the remote on the table. 

“Miles, you know I’d love you no matter what, right?” She asks seriously.

“Wh… yeeeaahh? Mom, I’m not gonna run away from home, if that’s what you’re thinking?” Miles says, inching closer to his bedroom door. “I was just going to go out and, y’know…”

“Yes, yes, just remember that, alright? You’re always gonna be my little boy, you know that right?” She asks him with a slight frown. 

“Yeah ma, I know, I love you too.”

“Even when you get your ears pierced without asking.”

“Ma, I gotta go.”

His mom looks him up and down for a few moments before nodding her head with a small shaky smile and focusing back on the TV.

Huh. Maybe helping that kid made her feel a bit emotional , Miles thinks.

Once he’s in his room and dressed in his Spider-Man suit, he takes a quick second to remove his earrings, gently placing them on his nightstand, and jumps out of his window.

Luckily, the patrols lately were less villain-focused, and more of the civilian-helping kind. A few muggings stopped here, a lost kid returned to parents there, picking up some litter damn near everywhere, that stuff.

Oh, and this: helping do some kid’s homework.

“You add the exponents in this case,” he quickly writes down the new equation, “so now you have to work with this.”

“Thanks Mr. Spider-Man,” the girl, he’ll call her Green-Eyes, twisting her hair with her fingers “can you do that next one too?”

“I’m not doing all your homework for you,” he says, crossing his arms and legs.

The other girl sitting next to her-- eh, he’ll call her Redhead-- looks to her friend and whispers (which confirms that a lot of people still don’t know Spider-Man has superhearing), “I thought boys couldn’t sit like that?”

Green-Eyes whips around and whispers harshly, “It's 2020, people can sit however now. And he’s Spider-Man, he can do whatever he wants, duh !”

Redhead squeaks when she realizes Miles is looking right at them with an unimpressed stare and uncrossed legs.

“I’m glad you’re so open-minded, but that still doesn’t mean I’m doing all your homework. But, you can just copy the answers from this question, it’s the same equation but worded a bit differently,” He points out, circling the question and handing back the pencil. They thank him, and run off to wherever, probably home.

Sure, it was embarrassing to have him sitting a certain way pointed out, and honestly, he can’t really blame Redhead for being a bit curious, but still. It made him very aware of his entire body, and the people passing by the basketball court that were possibly looking at him-- because he really wasn’t sitting how a guy usually would. But, it shouldn't matter. It doesn’t matter. He’s Spider-Man, he can sit however he wants.

…

Ugh. Why can’t he just be like Hobie? He wouldn’t have given a damn, wouldn’t have even had these worries. He probably would’ve even forgotten what the girls said within seconds. 

Miles climbs up a building, wringing his hands together. He sighs, turning to look at the sunset. It’s really beautiful, and he’d usually take a picture and send it to Ganke or Margo, but he just can’t shake the feeling that he was caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to do. Unclenching his jaw, he tries to soothe the rocks he can feel forming in his stomach.

He was just sitting down. That was it, there was no… “boys and girls can do this too!” feeling he was trying to express, he was just… existing for a moment. And it felt like being fussed, or something. It made him want to shrink in on himself, and he doesn’t even really know why. He’s been embarrassed before, but it’s never been so intense.

He’s never been so thankful for a nearby car explosion.

____

“Hey, do you think I sit weird?” Miles asks Gwen.

“Miles, we’re on the ceiling. Of course I think you sit weird,” Gwen says, playing with a tech deck she found in the back of her closet.

That’s not what he meant, but he does feel a bit less anxious now. He sits weird. That’s just how it is when you’re a spider-person.

A/N: this chap was short and was probably the shortest one i'll ever write, but did you like Pavitr's rambling :3 he's based off of how my little brother talks when he's trying to tell a story. also hopefully that miles-edition autism is shining directly in your face. also Pavitr is talking about his world's Meera Jain and her sister! not important but i just wanted you to know because I love sharing details

[hanmasghost]

Greetings :> can i request Hanma with a s/o with selective mutism bc of trauma?- selective mutism is hard to explain so u can search it up- Ignore this if u feel uncomfortable! Hope u doing well <3

"Silent Love"

Authors Note:

Yeah for sure man! I actually really love this request, as I once had selective mutism, that and I love Hanma, like a lot- I cried over how pretty he was not long after writing this.

Pronouns: not specified

Warning(s): Hanma, Kisaki, stupid randoms, short;-;

"Hey Kisaki.." Hanma said in a raspy voice. "I'm afraid-" The male coughed. "I can't show up today I'm-" He coughed again. "Not feeling so well. I feel like a porcupine crawled into my throat to hibernate!" He coughed again. "Too much information Hanma-" Kisaki was cut off by the sound of a bird. "Was that a bird I just heard?" Hanma swatted away the Seagull that tried to steal his lovers hotdog. "What? No that was my stomach. It hurts very much!~" hanma heard Kisaki groan in disgust. "Where are you?" "In my room, in bed, probably dying. It sure feels like it." Hanma looks over to you smiling as you smile at his act. "Right… well get better soon. And make sure to-" "Yes! Right away!" Hanma says as he hangs up, most likely pissing Kisaki off.

"God, so annoying~, why can't I just spend time with you without him interfering!" Hanma whined as he flopped over, head laying in your lap. "Ooo can I have some?" He asks with puppy eyes as he is clearly looking at the hotdog in your hand. You give him a defensive look and pull the hotdog closer to your mouth. "Noooo I promise I won't do what I did last time~ just one bite! Pleaseeeee?" You shake your head no and bite out of the hotdog. Hanma gasps. "So rude." He mutters and turns his head to the ocean. You smile and happily eat your hotdog, Hanma just smiles as he watches you out of the corner of his eye.

As he's watching that, sudden giggling for behind you guys catches his attention. "That was the most one sided conversation I've ever seen!" One dude says. Another dude speaks up "you'll never ignore me like that right babe?" His, what Hanma guess to be, partner replied with a "of course not baby." Hanma guesses they felt his glare on them as they turned to him and paled as they awkwardly walked to another part of the beach. Looking back up towards you Hanma sees you looking down at him sadly. 

"Hey now," He reaches up and cups his hand around your cheek. "Ignore those fugly bastards, you choose when you wanna speak. Not them. Alright?" You smile at him and nod. "Good. Now if you excuse me gorgeous~ I gotta go to the bathroom<3" Hanma said as he stood up, going the complete opposite way of the bathroom.

[strawberry-jammers]

I underestimated you

this is for @helliontherapscallion  ‘s 2k followers event ! (which congrates on that btw, well deserved. your fics are amazing!) and i found it kinda fun to do!

an x reader where tommy and the reader need to get something from the blade, so they ask wilbur to help out

The other fic I did for this event what did you three do

masterlist

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(y/n) walked down the prime path, examining the area around them. They turned to Tommy, who was walking with them, constantly writing in his book. “Tommy, hun, what are you doing? I thought you were illiterate.” he nodded his head. “uh uh.” (y/n) stopped walking, staring at the much taller male. “Your gay.” Tommy turned to them. “Thank you.'' Tommy says, turning right back to his book.

“Oh good, you were listening, anyway whatcha doing?'' Tommy furiously wrote, once finished, he put the pen in the middle of the book and slammed it shut. He looks over at (y/n), smiling widely. “You know how we’ve been trying to get that axe back from techno??” (y/n) nodded, remembering the axe they had left at technos and could never get back. “Well,” tommy shoved the book in their face, “i have a plan!” (y/n) looked up at the tall man, slowly. “Oh, god help us all...okay, what's the plan.” They look down, reading tommys horrible handwritten plan. “You can't write to save your life. Anyways, tommy this plans shit.” 

Tommy takes back his plan book, angrily. “What do you mean! It's a great plan!” they shook their head. “Tommy, it literally only says ‘go into his house, distract the blade, steal his shit’ yeah yeah, great plan toms.” they say, continuing their way threw the prime path. Tommy chased after them, “hey hey wait! It worked really well when i lived under his house-” “tommy i couldve came up with it myself. Besides, he keeps the axe on his person cause he knows i want it back, and i cant get it when he hibernates cause philza watches over it. This is why i need a plan, a good plan.”

-

The next day, Tommy came over to (y/n)’s house early in the morning to show them his plan.

“Tommy, what the fuck are you doing here this early in the morning!?” Tommy was basically buzzing in excitement. “Ugh, come in come in.” they say, gesturing for Tommy to get into their house. Tommy basically runs into their house, (y/n) closing the door behind them. They walk into the kitchen as Tommy sits down in the living room, still buzzing. 

“What are you doing in there!? Come on, come on!!” (y/n) just sighs, grabbing a cup and pouring themself a cup of water. “You woke me up at an ungodly hour of the day, you're gonna have to wait a second bitch.” they say, taking their cup and sipping it as they walk into the living room. They sat across from Tommy in an armchair as Tommy sat on the couch.

“What is it you needed tommy tom?” they say, putting their cup down. “Ew don't call me that. Anyways, I wanted to show you the new plan I've made!” he says, walking over to (y/n)’s arm chair and showing them the book. They take it, reading threw the plan. 

“Huh. this could work… do you know if he’s hibernating now?” (y/n) asked, turning to the blonde. He nodded. “Haven't seen him in chat for weeks. Even jumped from a tall height to test it, didn't say a word.” they nodded, smiling. “Well then, call wilbur up. Lets get started!”

-

Later that day, they called up Wilbur to see if he would help them out, fortunately, he agreed.

“So, what am i doing again?'' Wilbur asks, sitting down in (y/n)’s living room. “If philza shows up, you're gonna be there to distract him. Just say you're there to see him and techno to catch up since you've been dead for a while.” (y/n) said, standing next to tommy. Wilbur nodded, thinking. “Should be easy enough on my part. Anything else you need of me?” 

Tommy spoke up. “You’re gonna need to fight them if things get rough. (y/n) and I need to get the axe out of the house as fast as possible.” Wilbur stood up. “I did not agree to fight the blade, okay? You're gonna have to pay me if you want me to fight the blood god.” (y/n) sighed at this.

“Fine, you can have a stake of diamonds and 9 netherite, deal?” Tommy gasped. “How do you have that much!?” (y/n) just chuckles. “I go mining constantly ‘cause you're so expensive. Anyways Wilbur, got a deal?” 

Wilbur sat back down, thinking about it. “Yeah, we’ve got a deal! Now what  are you two gonna do?” (y/n) sat down in their arm chair. “Oh, easy. So what we’re planning is-”

They talked about the plan for a bit, wilbur interjecting to improve upon it. Once done, they set out, gathering what they needed and heading to the tundra to get their axe back.

It took awhile to get there, seeing as though the three of them kept arguing. 

“Omg we’re finally here!” tommy says, immediately getting shushed by wilbur and (y/n). (y/n) snakes Tommy's arm lightly. “We’re right outside their houses! Be quite!” they whisper yell, heading towards the front door. “Right right..” tommy whispers, following behind, along with wilbur.

They sneaked inside, heading in from the main and basement doors. Tommy and (y/n) snuck up the ladders, going as quietly as possible. “You see the axe?” (y/n) asks, whispering as low as possible. Tommy shook his head, heading further into technos room to try and find it.

The pigman was sleeping soundly in his big ass bed. The two teens assumed that he wouldn't wake up for a long time.

(y/n) followed after Tommy, slowly walking around the room to try and find the axe. They searched all around the room, searching in his chests and even closet.

Tommy looked at the far end of the room, near the ceiling. He notices the wall being two different colors, as if there's a giant hole in the wall. He climbs up to the ceiling, seeing what was in the whole. He gasps, realizing it's a barrel filled with a ton of valuable stuff, including the axe that they were looking for. He takes it (along with a bunch of the other things inside) and slowly gets down from where he was at. He turned back to (y/n), who was already looking at him.

“Find anything?” Tommy nodded at the younger teen.

“I know i found two rats in my room.'' They quickly turned to see the piglin awake, and fully geared to fight the two of them. Even when he's sleeping he's ready to fight. 

“Shit shit shit shit, tommy RUN!!” they booked it to the ladder, making sure to hold onto the axe they had finally gotten back. Techno quickly followed after them, not wanting to let them leave with the axe. 

Wilbur notices the commotion, grabbing his sword, putting on his armor, and getting ready to fight the blade. 

The teens basically slide down the ladder, heading to the basement to get away as fast as possible. Techno came down after, but Wilbur was there to stop techno from going down further. He had to think fast however, so Wilbur did the first thing he thought of.

Stabbing techno in the ass.

“HEH!? WILBUR WHY??”

“WHAT!? I WAS IN A HURRY!”

“SO YOU STABBED MY ASS???”

“YEAH!?”

Techno jumped off the ladder, standing in front of wilbur. “How much are they paying you?”

“A stack of diamonds and more.” techno nodded, going over to his ender chest. “I'll give you a stack of netherite blocks and stacks of sand if you turn against them.” Wilbur immediately nodded. “Yes yes,fuck those guys! Gimme gimme!” Wilbur takes the sand form techno and starts monching on it.

“Now, where are they heading?” techno asks, giving Wilbur the rest of the stuff that he promised.

“Oh, they're heading to snow chester. Closer than either of their homes.” techno nodded, running out the door with wilbur to go and get technos stuff back.

-

Back with Tommy and (y/n), they had reached where they agreed to go, breathing heavily. (y/n) immediately collapsed to the ground once they reached their hideout. “Oh god i'm tasting but...still got the axe?” Tommy nodded, collapsing next to them. 

“I am so glad we agreed to change our hiding spot. I would be so dead if techno decided to chase us.” (y/n) says, grabbing the axe and examining it, happily. “Yeah, I knew not to trust wilbur. The guys insane!” (y/n) gets up, putting the axe with the rest of their treasures. “Well Tommy, I underestimated you. Your plan actually worked out for us.” they said, laying back down next to tommy. 

Tommy smiled, basically clinging onto the young teen. “Never underestimate big man tommy danger kraken innit.” (y/n) giggled, clinging onto Tommy as well.

“Wanna just sleep?” they ask. Tommy nodded. Too tired to say anything else. “Alright, goodnight tommy.”

“Goodnight pussy.”

[kittehkwrites]

My Big Baby

Taking care of a sick Yahya

Based on this ask-

Warnings: fluff, in denial Yahya

You had been taking care of your loving boyfriend, Yahya Abdul Mateen II, for the last few days and you finally understood why people said when a man gets sick they act like babies.

He would be on you like white on rice whenever you were helping him eat or trying to give him fluids to make sure he was staying hydrated since he did have food poisoning from the food truck you told him not to eat from while he was travelling but your boyfriend insisted that he was alright and that everything was alright. 

You’d be expecting this and would’ve gotten up before to push open the door, turn on the light and move the trash can closer to the toilet, before opened the window on the side of the shower for safe measure (because you had a feeling that he was going to do something you knew would make you queasy also and you weren’t about that life.)

He’d be sat on the bad, looking confused as to what you were doing and watching you but his hands stayed on his stomach until he felt the need to rush to the bathroom (at the last possible minute, trying to “tough it out” (insert eye roll)

You’d be patting yourself on the back since you had just lit a candle as well, hoping that would help him when he came up from air if he did puke up a storm...or in the case that he blew up the toilet.

You’d proceed to close the bathroom door once you heard him “freeing” the contents of his stomach into their respective areas of disposal.

While he did that, you made sure that the room was opened and made your way out of it to get him some water and then head out to the pharmacy to get him some medicine, since you figured they would have someone present to help get something that would help with the sudden sickness he had caught.

When you’d return to the house, he would still be in the bathroom, expect he had gotten rid of the incriminating evidence of his sickness, which he still thinks “wasn’t that serious” but you knew it was some sort of man thing that they wouldn’t admit to being sick or weakened.

You’d set up a hot shower for him and place the medicine you recently got on his nightstand before letting him know to take a shower and you would be making him some soup so he could take his medicine and so that it’d knock him out for a good few hours.

when you came back up, he’d be coming out of the steamed bathroom, looking slightly better, but still noticeable sick, with a towel around him and a few droplets on his shoulders which he probably forgot to wipe off at that moment.

You’d help him dry off some more before getting him into a night shirt and some night pants so that he could feel as comfortable as possible.

“Baby, im fine really” he’d try and convince you but you gave him the really? look and he shut right up, waiting to receive the spoonful of soup you had awaiting him once he had gotten situated.

“If you were really alright, then your behind wouldn't have been throwing up and allat in the bathroom sir. Now eat and get some rest.”

He wouldn’t fight back, and just continued to take the soup as you got more once he swallowed the flavoured goodness that had a mix of vegetables and seasoned chicken breast he was glad to have stay down in his system.

once he finished the bowl, you’d give him some medicine, watching him make his face up in disgust (to which you laughed at) before tucking him in and leaving the room so he’d have some quiet and not be bothered by the tv or the lights from the television, which you’d decided to which downstairs and away from the man laying in bed.

Before you could fully step out of the room, he’d be snoring like a bear in hibernation and you’d be lightly snickering with the empty bowl in your hand as you made way down the steps.

As the next few days came and went he was still sick but mainly in recovery.

 He however made it seem like he was dying and that only you could save him from his demise, 

You’d catch him a few times, along with your followers, during your insta lives and he would still deny the fact he was acting like a baby or a drama queen to you.

all you would do is laugh and show him the screen recordings where you could hear him yelling for you to come and cuddle him cause “it made him feel better” and cause you “gave the best cuddles”, his words.

He’d proceed to deny that and say the video was tampered with.

you could only shake your head at the big teddy bear of a man lying beside you and embrace him in a tight cuddle which would put both you to sleep due to the comfortable body heat and the relaxed energy within the bed.

Whenever you’d get on live, he’d moan into your neck and tell your followers you were neglecting him, to which you’d respond “I guess caring for your careless behind and laying up in this bed with you while you’re sick is neglecting now”.

Your followers would be laughing at the look you both gave eachother and he’d just stay silent for the next few minutes until the love was over before apologising.

“I’m sorry.” He’d say softly. You would lock your phone and turn to him, pecking his lips quickly, saying “I know” before you guys are wrapped up in the sheets again and sleeping with the tv on in the back.

When his sickness has passed, he’d be back to his busy schedule.

There would be various video calls and phone ins throughout the day.

One video call had both of you on as you discussed his recent win

“So we know that you both celebrated from the lovely pictures on your social media’s” Both of you smiling at the pictures being shared on the screen.

You both were glowing and radiating excitement from his achievements but also being able to do so together at such a time.

“Now Y/N, you also shared a day in the life of the Abdul-YLN house. How was it dealing with an actor with the cold?”

“Well...” you’d lead with a sly look on your face. You knew this would happen at some point but you knew your man would be defensive when you thought it was cute when he had to rely on you since he always cared for you.

“Is the saying that men act like babies when they’re sick true or false in your situation?”Yahya would be there, shacking his head with his hand over his face.

He’d let out an exasperated sigh, giving a playful, pointed, look to the screen before muttering, “I was alright.”

“No you weren’t.” The host and you would reply at the same time, both laughing at the simultaneous reply.

“Uh. But seriously, he was alright after the first day. He doesn’t like to admit needing my help but I don’t mind.”

“With that being said,”- you’d start off- “ he did get a little clingy but I found it sweet and comedic the way he’d exaggerated the need for another body next to him, even though he was running a high temp and rolled up in 2 or so blankets at once.” You’d be looking at him with a smirk across your face and he had a sliver of a smile on his at the way you would still fall to his acting and get in the bed with him and rub his scalp and put him right back to sleep afterwards.

“He’s still my baby tho.” You couldn’t help the big smile that graced your features. “My big baby” you’d say, wrapping your arms around him and kissing his cheek before wiping off the lip gloss that had been left behind.

The interview would end with him talking about taking some time off, especially with all that’s going on in the world, but mentioning he’d be doing minor work that he couldn’t wait to speak on in the future once they were completed.

You’d be sat with a lovestruck look on your face, smiling at him when he’d look back at you or whenever he spoke passionately about the future of his career.

Later on, you both would’ve taken another shower, taking extra time to care for eachother. Afterward you’d both be getting situated to go to bed when he’d just stop and look at you carry out your nightly routine of wrapping your hair and then placing your bonnet on and applying chapstick after having moisturised yourselves.

You’d pause and look up at him, giving him a ‘what?’ look.

“I love you.” He’d say to you, softly and sincerely.

The reduced volume on the tv and the low lights on the room made the moment more intimate and you couldn’t help but smile at him and climb to his side of the bed and placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

“I love you too” you’d say once you pull away.

You both would stare into eachother eyes.

“My big baby” you’d say softly, fingers caressing the nape of his neck.

“Oh? You wanna go there?” He’d tackle you and the two of you would fall onto the mattress, rolling around to gain dominance but on the end you both were just a laughing mess.

Once you both caught your breath, you’d get under the sheets and he’d pull you close before kissing your forehead.

You’d let out a sigh before starting to drift off, the light from the tv bouncing off the walls since yahya turned off the lights and you had closed the curtains in the room.

“Your big baby huh?” He’d speak out gently, arms around you and encompassing you with his love and warmth.

“Yea.” You’d mutter out softly.

“My big baby” you’d lean up and kiss him before closing your eyes and listening to the beat of your mans heart to soothe you into a deep rest.

“Damn right I’m your baby.” He’d say to himself as he flicked through the channels.

“Make another man try it and see what happens” and with that, he’d turn off the tv and pull you closer (if that’s even possible).

You’d both fall into a deep sleep in each others embrace with smiles ghosting over your features throughout the night as you dreamed of each other.

Hey y’all!

Hope y’all are doing alright and I hope you like this imagine💜

Hope y’all are staying safe and taking rime for yourself and checking in on loved ones when you get the chance.

Thanks for the support and remember to like, reblog and/or comment.

Stay safe.

-K💜

[souichieatr]

just friends | nishinoya y.

where in which you really wanna kiss nishinoya , wc: 905

no warnings , fluff

a/n: dropping this then going back into hibernation sorry if theres any mistakes

you and nishinoya yuu we're just friends, nothing more. you both did tend to flirt, not just flirting but hold hands, hug for longer than said friends should. so you could say you liked him, falling for him was easy. he didn't give you the embarrassing moments that make you go ‘i can't believe i like you’ or the doubt of ‘does he like me back.’ well even if he did it all his antics made you laugh. and being just friends wasn't hard, you both like what you have and you both intend to keep it that way.

as much as nishinoya tries to deny it, his certificated best friend can tell just how much this friendship means to him. tanaka ryuunosuke can see the way he watches you when you pass, the smile that adorns his face when you tell them both a story, or even how his friend always reaches for your touch. again you both like what you have and you both intend to keep it that way.

even when other people started to take notice of you, nishinoya would scare them off, brushing it off when you asked why. maybe you thought, maybe he could return your feelings but it all goes down the drain when shimizu. the attention on her and when you came around not much changed even going as far as to ask you to make her smile. the pain you felt you still wouldn't want to change your friendship.

the longer you both did that, you fantasized about him being yours. finally being able to kiss him, kiss his bruises he gets, play with his hair when its down, everything youve wanted. the want getting stronger and stronger each day, maybe itll help if i back off? or maybe i should just tell him? you think randomly. on days where he's walking you home the thoughts beat in your head, what if i just tell him? would it be weird if i randomly just shouted ‘i like you!’? the thoughts distracting you all the way home.

on fridays you wait after practice for him so you both can hit up the supermarket and watch movies. a tradition you both had since first years.

“y/l/n!” he shouts running to you. “noya hey man!” you shout back high-fiving him. he pulls a paper out of his bag, “look i got a 65% in writing because of you” taking the paper to examine. “yo this is so cool congratulations” you say giving him a hug. “also this is your accomplishment not mine i just helped a tad bit” you say leaning back and giving him a cheek kiss. “im proud of you” patting yourself on the back for how nonchalant youve been.

as you get to his house he rushes to take a shower leaving you in his room. laying on the bed and getting comfortable, youve fallen asleep. when you wake up youre resting on his chest. when you raise your head he smiles, “ugh finally i wanna be little spoon now” he says getting up holding his hand out. “i also wanna go downstairs so cmonnnnn” he whines.

laying on the couch on your back, he lays his head on your chest flipping through netflix. “y/n would it be weird to say i have a big crush on you?” he says unusually quiet. “are you saying you have a crush on me?” you ask, almost holding your breath. he pauses and looks at you, “i like you a lot y/n.” making eye contact with him, your eyes widen at the sudden serious atmosphere. “and i bring this up because when you kissed my cheek today well i dont know really how to explain it, it was all tingly i almost didnt wash my face because i was scared it go away- but dont worry i did, the tingling sensation was so strong even stronger than the time kiyoko slapped me.” he says lifting himself up. “even if you dont like me and just want to stay as friends im okay with that you can be honest” as he finishes his sentence you sit up facing him. “i like you too yuu and i really want to kiss you” you say, smiling big. “please say that again and i will” he says, leaning his forehead against yours. “i like you too” you repeat. “say my first name too” he says almost desperately, “i like you too yuu” you say gently against his lips. finally after months of daydreaming youre kissing him, the tingles he was talking about start. after a minute he pulls away, kissing your cheek.

“y/n do you want me to step down from my leader position in the kiyoko protection squad” he says cupping your cheeks. “yuu we just got down kissing lets not talk about another woman when you havent even asked me out” you say laughing at him when his mouth forms an ‘o’. “y/n please date me i really wanna kiss you again and again and ag-” he starts as you cut him off “i think i get it, but yes i will go out with you.” you say leaning forward to kiss him again. “i'll just make a y/n and kiyoko protection squad” he says before kissing you again, trying to pull back and give him a response he keeps bringing you back in.

[goofygomez]

Family - A TLOU fanfiction

Description:  Set seven years after the events of The Last of Us Part II, Ellie must confront her past in the most unlikely way.

Wordcount: 3584

A/N: Hey guys, just wanna say a HUGE WARNING that there are (obviously) spoilers for The Last of Us Part II in this fic, so read at your own discretion. Also this is my first time writing for this fandom so I hope I got it right. Comments, reblogs and likes are always appreciated, and enjoy!

Ellie hated Clickers.

Even twenty-seven years after living in this godforsaken world, one of the scariest things she could think of was a Clicker. Their bat-like senses alerting them of every slight movement, the rattling sound they gave off that told you trouble was brewing. It was enough to make her skin crawl. Over the years, she had developed systems to keep her cabin safe from infected or otherwise, but every now and then, a few stragglers would wander into her vicinity. Today was one of those days. She could hear the unmistakable clicking noise coming from somewhere within the forest.

She slung her backpack over her shoulder and stepped out of the back door into the wilderness. For seven years, this had been her home. Secluded in the middle of a dense, overgrown forest, it was the best location she could have chosen to be completely isolated from the world. Trails leading up to the cabin had been blocked or simply dissipated with time, so Ellie was the only person capable of traversing the woods around her easily.

The afternoon sun shone over her, the tops of trees cast odd shadows on the ground. Heaving a sigh, Ellie ventured into her usual route toward the traps, looking over her shoulder at the cabin. It was a small thing, big enough to house a bedroom and a semblance of a kitchen. She hunted most of her food, so there wasn’t much else she needed anyway.

A gentle breeze blew past her from her left, making her shiver. She pulled her jacket closer to her. Winter was rapidly approaching. Tommy, who was the only person from Jackson who even knew about her whereabouts – and even then, only by accident – would be passing through soon to provide her with canned goods she might need during hibernation season.

“Hope you bring some beans,” she mumbled to herself, longing a nice hot plate of them.

She followed the clicking noise to her right, weaving through large pine trees and walking straight into a small clearing, where the sun shone freely over the barren ground. In the middle of it hung three writhing bodies from ropes tied to the higher branches, their screeches and groans permeating the otherwise peaceful atmosphere of the forest.

It was two Runners, one of whom had seemingly given up the struggle, and a very angry Clicker. One of the Runners spotted her and tried to claw at her, yelling at the top of his lungs while his companion barely reacted. The Clicker had become oddly silent when Ellie came into the clearing, moving its head around in search of prey. Sighing, she walked over to the Runners and easily disposed of them with her switchblade.

When the second one hit the floor, the Clicker’s head turned rapidly in her direction and began drawing its rattling breath as it attempted to locate her. It emitted a high-pitched screech, which made Ellie have to cover her ears, and then lunged at her, missing her arm by inches. She walked around it slowly, making sure not to step on any dead leaves, and plunged her knife into the Clicker’s throat. It made a guttural sound as blood poured down Ellie’s arm and onto the ground.

“When will you guys go extinct?” she asked it, cleaning the blade on her jeans.

She looked around, straining her ears in case any more of them showed up. For a moment, it was all quiet. Birds chirped overhead and the leaves on the ground rustled gently with the autumn breeze. The next moment, a loud yelp coming from somewhere on her left startled her. She could hear the moaning of infected, maybe half a dozen of them, but one voice was definitely different than the rest. It was human.

Breaking into a sprint, she dodged and weaved through the trees, getting ever closer to the yelling. She came across a narrow path, one of the only ones that she hadn’t covered off. A figure was bounding its way down it toward her. It was a boy, panting and heaving breaths with wide eyes. He had a cut on his forehead and blood trickled down his face as he ran.

“Over here!” she called, waving her arms trying to get his attention. It worked. The boy’s head spun around and he spotted Ellie. Rather apprehensively, he looked over his shoulder, where Ellie could already see at least five Runners barreling toward them.

Shaking his head, the boy ran to Ellie and followed her through a different path, much thicker and less easily traversable. She looked wildly around her as they ran, searching for signs that would let her know where they were.

“They’re getting closer!” the boy said, panting heavily.

She saw it as soon as he said it. A large red cloth was wrapped around a very old, decrepit-looking tree. “This way,” she said, pulling him by the arm to the left of the tree and shoving him past a felled trunk beside it.

“In there.” She pointed to a large opening in the ground, just big enough to fit both of them. Again, he hesitated. “Hurry!” she hissed. The sounds of the infected were getting closer, their stomping footsteps like a ticking clock.

He obeyed and slid into the hole, followed closely by Ellie, who moved a large piece of bark over their heads. It was almost pitch black in the hole, where barely a single ray of sunshine penetrated, illuminating Ellie’s face. She pressed her finger to her lips, and the boy did the same, nodding. They kept quiet as the groans of the infected passed them by, their bodies tense as a particularly loud one stopped for a moment by the trunk. Eventually, the noise subsided.

“I think it’s safe,” she whispered, slowly removing the piece of bark and letting in the sun. “Yeah, come on.”

She helped the boy out of the hole and finally let out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding. To her left, the kid did the same, leaning against a tree as he massaged his side. He was short in stature, with shoulder-length messy black hair. His brown eyes studied her much like she did him. She had a creeping sensation he’d seen that look before, but couldn’t quite place it.

“Thanks, by the way,” he said, recovering.

“No problem,” she said, raising an eyebrow. “You should come with me; let me take a look at that cut before you head out.”

The boy pursed his lips and looked around. Everywhere they turned, foliage overwhelmed the space. She could see his apprehension, but he must have figured there wasn’t much choice, so he nodded.

“Okay, thanks,” he said.

Offering the boy a weak smile, she turned and began walking toward the cabin. She looked over her shoulder every now and then, checking the boy was following her. Despite keeping a respectable distance from her, he didn’t run away. Probably lost, she thought.

The sun was beginning to wane by the time they got back to the cabin, quickly replaced by gray clouds, the last tendrils of sunlight seeping through the half-open window. She opened the door for him and he slowly walked inside, never taking his eyes off her. The blood on his forehead had dried out, a thin line stretching all the way to his chin and part of his neck.

“Here, take a seat,” she said, pointing to a small makeshift chair that had taken her the better part of her first months there to make. It wasn’t much, but it was sturdy as hell.

He sat down, breathing deeply. Ellie rummaged through a box by her bedside table and took out a bandage and some alcohol. She was running low on the latter. Gotta ask Tommy for some if he can spare it, she reminded herself.

She dabbed the bandage with a few drops and rubbed it gently over the boy’s forehead. He flinched slight but otherwise kept still as she worked on the cut, taking deep breaths.

“What brings you by here?” she asked conversationally as she began wrapping the bandage around his head a few times.

“Just passing through,” he said warily. “I got lost and then those fuckers jumped me.”

“You were lucky you only got a cut on your head,” she said. “I took out a Clicker just before I found you.”

The boy shivered. “I hate Clickers.”

“Hear hear,” Ellie said with a chuckle. She looked out the window, where light rain had begun to fall. Droplets raced each other across the surface of the glass, replaced by fresh ones as the rain picked up. “You should crash here for the night, at least until the rain passes.”

“Really?” the boy said, apprehensive. “I don’t want to be a bother.”

“It’s okay,” she argued, waving a dismissive hand in the air. Despite what her survival instincts were telling her – namely that it’s a stupid idea to invite a stranger to stay the night – she couldn’t with a good conscience leave him to fend for himself in the rain.

“Thanks, I guess,” he said, suppressing a yawn.

“All done,” Ellie said tightening the bandage over his head. “That should hold until tomorrow. It’s not very deep, you might just live.”

“Gee, thanks,” he said, rolling his eyes.

“You’re very welcome,” she told him, bowing her head slightly with a smile. “Now c’mere, you can sleep in my bed.”

“Where will you sleep?” he said as she heralded him to the bed, which was really just a few planks tied together with a rather skimpy comforter and a blanket for good measure. Needless to say, winter was Ellie’s least favorite season, for more reasons than one.

“I’m not tired, don’t worry about me,” she assured him. The boy nodded his bandaged head and lay down on the bed, testing its springiness, or lack of it. “Sorry about that, I know it’s not a 5-star hotel.”

“It’s fine,” he said, offering her a rather genuine smile. “I’m not really tired either.”

But as he said that, he lay back down on Ellie’s questionable pillow and promptly closed his eyes. Barely a few minutes later, he was already snoring. She made her way back to the chair and slumped back, sighing heavily.

As the kid gently snored, Ellie picked up a book that sat on the table. She had scavenged it from some Runner’s backpack a few months ago, and she hadn’t been able to put it down since. It was about a treehouse that took these two kids on all sorts of adventures. Unfortunately, it appeared it was part of a larger series, and she had been unable to procure more than the two she’d found in that backpack. Talk about cliffhangers…

“Now I’ll never know,” she said to herself in an undertone as she flipped through the final pages.

Her eyes were getting heavy, and the sound of the rain pitter-pattering against the walls and roof was making her sleepy. She made a conscious effort to stay awake, but her exhaustion won over in the end. Right where she sat, she was plunged into a deep sleep. For a moment, it seemed quiet. Then, the inevitable happened.

Another nightmare. She was used to them by now. It was odd, though. They had been getting better and were occurring less frequently lately.

She was standing in knee-deep snow, facing the backside of a large wood mansion. The sliding glass door was ajar, its surface cracked and frosty from the cold. A warm glow came from a window on the second floor, probably from a candle. Slowly, she walked toward the door.

She opened it the rest of the way and stepped inside, grateful for the warmth that kept the biting cold from the blizzard outside at bay. She couldn’t quite place where that warmth was coming from. It seemed to emanate from the room itself. Before she could develop this theory further, she heard a scream.

Her nightmares usually went this way. Calm and beautiful until his screams pierced her ears and the mounting dread that came with them. This time, however, something didn’t sit right with her. They weren’t a man’s screams. They were a woman’s.

Frowning, Ellie rushed down rickety wooden stairs that led to a magnificent kitchen, lined with age-old appliances that must have been quite impressive back in the old world. She turned to the right and stared down the staircase that led to a white, wooden door. Beyond that door, she could hear the woman’s piercing screams, like she was being beaten and could no longer take the pain.

Apprehensively, she began the descent as the screams got louder. She picked up the pace. The stairs seemed to go on forever, the door always too far away to reach. Then she heard the woman’s voice, more clearly than before, utter one word amidst the incessant screaming.

“ELLIE!” she yelled, and Ellie knew that voice. It couldn’t be…

She ran faster, taking the steps three at a time, panting heavily by the time she got to the door. She turned the handle and burst inside, where a faceless person had pinned the woman to the ground and had their hands around her throat. Ellie looked down and her eyes went wide, panic coursing through her veins.

“Dina!” she shrieked, rushing forward and tackling the person, whose features were blurred, either because of the dream or Ellie’s tears, she couldn’t tell. She punched the faceless being once, twice, thrice. Her knuckles were bloody and sore, but she couldn’t stop. Blind rage filled her every bone as she lay into their face, now a mess of blood that covered the floor around her.

“Ellie…” she heard Dina croak out from somewhere to her right. Suddenly, the person beneath her had vanished, their only remains the blood that stuck to Ellie’s hands. “Ellie, please…”

“I’m here, I’m here,” Ellie panted, desperately crawling to Dina’s side. “Dina, it’s me.”

“Ellie,” Dina repeated, her eyes looking straight through Ellie as if she were not there. She was clutching her side, and Ellie could see why. A large gash extended across Dina’s abdomen, staining her orange blouse a deep crimson.

“No no no no,” Ellie stammered, pressing down on the wound with both hands, bloodying them even further, but to no avail. The blood kept flowing, and Dina’s face looked paler by the second. “Dina, no. You can’t die.”

“Take…” Dina breathed, shivering wildly. “Take care of…”

“Of who?” Ellie pleaded, fresh tears welling in her eyes, falling freely over Dina’s now unmoving body. “Dina? Dina!”

There was no answer. Dina’s eyes were wide open, the spark that Ellie had always loved in them gone. The smile etched on her face almost mocking her.

“Dina, c’mon,” she begged, shaking the woman softly. “Don’t do this to me, babe. Don’t do this to me…”

She sat there in the cold, damp room, clutching Dina’s body, weeping through closed eyes for a long time. It could have been minutes, or hours, or entire seasons, but all she wanted was to be there, with her. As she sobbed, her breathing became ragged and hitched. She tried opening her eyes but as she did, the image of Dina’s body dissolved, and Ellie was thrust back into pitch darkness.

Ellie woke up with a start, almost falling backwards from her chair. Feeble rays of morning sun shone through the window and onto her face, making the mixture of tears and sweat that clung to her face shimmer. She clutched her chest, attempting unsuccessfully to qualm her heart rate.

It was just a dream, nothing more, she told herself. But it had felt so real. She could still feel the fabric from Dina’s bloody blouse in her hands, as though its ghost remained in her grip. Shaking, she clutched the side of the table and pushed herself up. Her legs almost gave way as she took one step, but stopped in her tracks when she heard a voice.

“You mumble in your sleep,” the boy said from her left. Jumping, she turned to see him sitting on her bed, cross-legged and fiddling with his thumbs, as if expectant.

“God, you almost gave me a heart attack,” she said. “How long have you been up?”

“About ten minutes,” he replied, shrugging. “You were talking pretty loudly.”

Rubbing her eyes, she groaned. “Sorry about that,” she said.

They stood in silence for a few moments while Ellie opened a can of peaches. She offered some to the boy, who gladly accepted it, munching on it as if he hadn’t eaten for days. Knowing these woods, maybe he hadn’t.

“You want a glass of water?” she asked, grabbing two metal cups.

“Sure,” he said eagerly.

“So,” she said as she turned to him and stretched her hand, “you haven’t told me your name yet.”

“Oh, it’s Jesse,” the boy said nonchalantly, taking the cup from her hand. “Everyone calls me J.J. though.”

It was as though time had frozen still, and the muscles in Ellie’s body had turned to lead. Her ears were inexplicably ringing and her mouth hung half-open. She blinked a few times. Her grip on the cup slackened and the metal container slipped onto the ground and splashed water all over her sneakers. She barely registered this as she kept staring at J.J.

“Uh, you okay?” J.J. asked timidly. She noticed the way he held his hands together, his right clutching the ring and pinky finger of the left.

She shook her head and opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. She did it again and only a feeble, “yeah,” came out.

“Do I… do I know you?” the boy asked, raising an eyebrow.

What a loaded question, Ellie thought bitterly. Did he know her? After all, seven years was a long time, but then again, did his mom not have any pictures of her? Had she never told J.J. about her? A surge of emotions she couldn’t even comprehend rushed through her system until she landed back on earth and blinked once more.

“No, I don’t think so,” she said, “but I know you.”

J.J. stood up. “What do you mean?”

“What are you doing here?” Ellie asked. “Shouldn’t you be with Dina?”

The boy took a step backwards, frowning. “How do you know my mom’s name?”

That question broke Ellie’s heart; not because the boy didn’t recognize her, but because Dina had clearly never mentioned her. You did break her heart though, a little voice in her head said snidely. Why would she tell her son about the woman that abandoned them?

“I… knew her a long time ago,” she settled for, sighing. “I used to live in Jackson. Back before you were born.”

“Oh,” he said simply, almost anti-climactic. “She never told me about you. What’s your name?”

Did it even matter at this point? She wanted to desperately to jump out at him and embrace him, but that would have been weird. What was he even doing this far away from Jackson anyway? The hopeful voice in her wished he had been out there looking for her.

“Name’s Ellie,” she said simply.

“I’ve heard that name before,” J.J. said, igniting that spark in her once more. “Sometimes, my mom –”

His train of thought was cut off by a voice yelling just outside the cabin. Ellie instinctively reached for her knife in her right pocket. A shadow passed one of the windows, slowly moving toward the front of the cabin.

“Stay away from the windows,” she urged the boy. J.J. did as he was told, standing behind her. “Were you followed here?”

“I don’t think so,” he whispered. “I didn’t tell anyone I was leaving.”

“Maybe that’s the problem.”

The voice, unmistakably a woman’s, spoke again. For a moment, Ellie didn’t want to believe her ears. She definitely knew that voice. She hadn’t really heard it in seven years, but the sweet timbre of Dina’s voice still sent shivers down her spine.

“Jesse!” said Dina, desperation clearly etched in her voice. “J.J., are you here?”

Silence fell after her words, the only sound the chirping of birds in the forest. Ellie’s hands shook so hard she almost dropped the knife. Was she scared? Worried? Even she couldn’t tell. Dina’s footsteps echoed ominously on the cabin’s porch; almost eerie.

One knock. Two knocks. Three knocks. Ellie’s heart was thumping harder than ever as she reached for the doorknob with her left hand. Her missing fingers itched… somehow. Taking a deep breath, she turned it and slowly opened the door.

Dina stood on the front door, holding a revolver in her hands, cocked and ready to fire, aimed straight at Ellie. Her black hair was pulled back in a ponytail, just how she’d always loved it. Thin crow’s feet lined her eyes, which she probably found horrible, but Ellie thought she had never looked more beautiful. Her gorgeous brown eyes, so unlike the glassy ones she’d stared into in her dream, were staring back at her.

Ellie tried blinking the tears away, but they just got replaced by fresh ones.

“Dina?” she managed to croak out, shivering despite the sun hitting her square in the face.

Dina’s face was inscrutable for a moment. It was almost as though she couldn’t believe her eyes. her mouth opened and closed like she couldn’t decide what to say. She swallowed hard.

“Ellie?”

[scottybrock]

Hibernation - Colby Brock

A/N: Requested by a lovely anon: “Can you do a Colby where no one has heard from the reader all weekend and Colby starts to freak out only to realize that the reader was binge watching Netflix and didn’t bother to answer the phone, then Colby joins her and they cuddle. Fluff Fluff Fluff”

“Have you heard from her?” Colby demanded, barging into Sam’s apartment. He and Katrina sprung apart, with Sam looking the teeniest bit disgruntled. “Who?” Sam asked, tilting his head at his best friend. Katrina smoothed her hair back out of her face and sighed impatiently. “Did we see who?” Katrina repeated. 

Colby plopped down onto the couch next to the couple and shook his head, sighing. “I haven’t heard from her all weekend,” His voice was soft, worried. “That’s not like her, to just not pick up the phone. Something bad must have happened.” Katrina’s expression melted into one of concern, and she glanced at Sam. “Wait, wait,” Katrina held up a hand, pausing Colby’s frantic musing. “You haven’t heard from her all weekend?” 

Colby shook his head, his expression worried and scared. “I last spoke to her on Friday night,” Colby told your best friend. “I called her to say goodnight, and everything was fine!” Katrina frowned, looking thoughtful. “Have you literally gone to her place?” Katrina asked. Colby shook his head. Katrina let out a soft huff of annoyance. “Colby, she literally lives two doors down from you,” The blue-haired girl looked like she wanted to either laugh or scream. “And you haven’t tried knocking on her door all weekend?” 

Colby looked a little indignant. “I’ve knocked, but she hasn’t answered the door,” Colby whined. Katrina huffed once more. “Didn’t she give you a key, dude?” Colby’s cheeks flushed; he’d completely forgotten about the key that you had given him a few months ago. “Uh, yeah,” Colby scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. Katrina snickered, and Sam shook his head. 

“Dude,” Sam groaned. “Just go to her place. We were in the middle of something.” Sam pulled Kat back onto his lap, and the blue-haired girl beamed. Colby quickly made his exit, not wanting to see anything that could possibly scar him for the rest of his life. 

Colby knocked once more on your door. “Baby, are you there?” He called. No response. He knocked again, louder. “Baby, if you don’t answer, I’m coming in!” He called through the door. No response. Colby dug the key out of his pocket, then placed it in the doorknob, unlocking the door.

He kicked his shoes off, then scanned the room. You weren’t in the kitchen, you weren’t in the living room. He ducked his head to look around the corner. The bathroom door was wide open. Finally, he made his way to your bedroom. Much to his relief, you were laying down in bed, a carton of ice cream in your hand. The spoon was halfway to your mouth before you noticed him.

A wide smile spread across your face. “Hey, Colbs!” You greeted him peppily. Colby’s jaw hung open as he gaped at you. “Baby….” Colby’s shoulders slumped, the tension draining from his body. You lifted an eyebrow at him, your smile dimming slightly. “What’s wrong, babe?” You asked, your voice soft and gentle. Colby leapt onto the bed next to you, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you close. 

His head rested against the top of yours, and he sighed shakily. “I tried calling you all weekend,” He told you. “And I couldn’t get ahold of you. I reached out to Sam and Kat, and they hadn’t heard from you, either, so I just thought something-” You cut him off, your lips against his, soft and sweet. Your lips tasted like vanilla and happiness and fuck, he was so soft for you, and only you. 

You pulled back, your lips curling up slightly. You cupped his face in your hands, pulling his face closer to yours. “I’m here, babe,” Your voice was soft, loving. “I’ve been here all weekend.”

Your cheeks flushed, and you grinned at him sheepishly. “I’ve been binge-watching the new season of my show.” You released his face, holding up the carton of ice-cream. “And I’ve been pigging out,” You checked your phone, which was, of course, dead. “Oh.” You frowned. “I swore I charged it last night.” 

Colby laughed, shaking his head. He was relieved. You were okay. You weren’t mad at him. Colby gave your waist a gentle squeeze. “You’re something else, baby,” His voice was light, teasing. You giggled, snuggling closer to him, your head resting on his shoulder. “Wanna join me?” You asked, raising your eyebrows, your expression eager and hopeful. Colby could never say no, not when you were looking at him like that. He smiled widely at you, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. He leaned back against the pillows, taking you with him. You giggled in response, and his face lit up at the sound. 

He gestured for the carton of ice-cream, and you handed it to him. He tucked his phone into his pocket, then took a bite of the ice-cream. His heart fluttered in his chest when you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck. 

“So,” His voice was muffled due to the ice-cream in his mouth. “What’re we watching’, baby?”

[peculiar-sunshine]

Forgetting How to Feel Part 2 (Sodapop Curtis x Reader)

Hi gang! So a while ago, I wrote a Soda fanfic, and I said that I would write a part 2 for it if anyone wanted. Well...no one asked for it. But fuck it, ya girl is still gonna do it anyway! Enjoy!

Link to Part 1 right here 💕

TRIGGER WARNING: strong language, alcohol use, and suicidal tendencies

Lying in bed that night, Sodapop craned his neck up to look at the clock on the bedside table, trying his best not to wake Ponyboy.

2:37 AM? He thought to himself, slumping back down on the pillow. Dammit. I can’t fucking sleep.

He couldn’t get the memory of breaking up with you earlier that day out of his head. He kept replaying the image of your eyes welling up with tears, the way the happiness in them seemed to fade away like the sun falling below the horizon. He could still feel the well-deserved sting of your hand slapping his cheek, and the pain that yanked at his heartstrings as he watched you race off down the street. He had hurt you something awful, he knew he did.

But the thing is, he didn’t exactly know why. He wasn’t sure why in the hell he said that he was still in love with Sandy. In fact, he didn’t even care at all about her anymore…right? Sure, he still thought about her every once in a while, about how her life was now and if she and the kid were getting along okay, but that didn’t mean he wanted her back. Did it? After all, she was the one who broke his heart. She was the lying little whore who spread her legs for some other man and then took off without saying goodbye, not him. So why did he still get such a lousy feeling when he thought of how she used to bury her face in his shoulder when she’d let out that adorable little laugh of hers?

As he pondered over this, he suddenly heard someone banging furiously on the front door.

Jesus, who the hell could that be at this time of night? He though, slowly getting up and walking to the living room.

He opened the door and in stumbled a noticeably drunk Two Bit, his car parked haphazardly in the driveway.

“S-Soda…” he slurred, “listen, man. I took Y/N to a party at Buck’s tonight…and, uh, she…she…”

“Well c’mon, spit it out, Two.” Soda said.

“Y/N went…missing.”

“WHAT?! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN Y/N WENT MISSING?!”

A few seconds later, Darry and Ponyboy ran in to the living room, sleepy-eyed and confused.

“Who in the hell is doing all that hollering in here and waking us all up?” Darry questioned, grumbling like a bear fresh out of hibernation.

“I dunno…” Two said, turning back to Soda. “Y/N and I got some booze from the s-store, she was real hurt over you, man. And after we drank it all we decided…to go to Buck’s and see if Dally was there…but we stayed ‘cause there was a party going on…and I remember talking to a pretty little broad a-and seeing Y/N talking to some guy and having a few drinks…but the next thing I knew, I couldn’t find her. I didn’t…I didn’t know what to do, so I came here. Look, I-I’m real sorry.”

“Oh my god.” Soda said, horrified.

“Pony, go get dressed,” Darry instructed, “She could be in a lot of trouble. We’ve got to go out and find her, now.”

 ***

After driving to damn near every sleazy joint in Tulsa that was still open at this time of night, Sodapop was about ready to call off the search and go straight to the police. But he knew better than to get the cops involved, those bastards couldn’t give a shit less about greasers or their girls. He could just see it now: some pudgy, bald officer—probably the father of one of the Socs—conducting a feeble search of the neighborhood before scolding him and Two Bit—now passed out in the passenger’s seat—for being no good hoods and allowing Y/N to get lost. He would say that she probably deserved it, though. She ought to have more respect for herself because a good girl wouldn’t get herself into that kind of trouble, no sir, not at all.

By this time, he had driven clear out to the edge of town, to the giant bridge crossing over the Arkansas River. It was pitch black out and Soda could barely see beyond the headlights, but he could just barely make out a figure perched on top of the guardrails a short distance ahead. It was swaying back and forth, almost ready to fall off. As he got close enough to shine the headlights on it, his stomach gave a violent jump.

“Y/N, get down from there right now!” he screamed, leaping out of the car and running towards you.

Your brain was swimming around in your head as you chugged the last half of the bottle of cheap wine you were holding and chucked it into the river below. You heard a familiar far-away voice say your name, but all you could focus on was the rushing water, wanting desperately to drown in it for some reason.

“Y/N what the hell are you doing? Get down!” Soda grabbed you by the arm and pulled you down off the guardrail, causing you to tumble onto the concrete road.

“Hey, l-leave me alone, you asshole,” you slurred, struggling to get to your feet and standing back up on the guardrail. “I w-wanna jump off of here and fly! Fly far, far awaaaaay!”

You wobbled forward and your foot slipped, causing you to almost fall off the bridge. Luckily, Soda caught you by the waist just in time, which sent you into gales of laughter. He pulled you back over the guardrail and carried you back to the car, his heart pounding.

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 You woke up the next morning to the sun shining in your eyes through the blinds on the window. Your head throbbed like you had just been hit with a sledgehammer and your stomach felt sour. You didn’t recognize your surroundings at first, but once you realized that the chest you were cuddled up to belonged to a certain shirtless movie-star handsome greaser, you felt confused as hell.

The last thing you could remember from last night was going to Bucks with Two Bit with a broken heart and a purpose. So how the hell did you end up here, in your now ex-boyfriend’s bed? Did your stupid drunk ass walk here in the middle of the night to try and win him back? Oh god, did you sleep with him?

You fought the urge to throw up when Sodapop opened his eyes, giving you that adorable half-smile of his. “Morning, doll, how ya feeling?”

You wanted nothing more than to bolt out the door and run back home. You quickly sat up, but instantly regretted it as the room started to spin.

“Whoa, baby, take it easy.” he cooed, wrapping his arms around you and gently pulling you back down. Your brain felt like it was about to burst out of your skull, so you sighed and gave in to him.

“Soda, did we have sex?” you finally asked.

“What?” he replied incredulously, “no, of course not. I would never do that to you, not while you’re drunk.”

“So…how did I end up here then?”

“Two Bit came here around like three in the morning, all drunk off his ass. He said y’all went to a party at Bucks and you went missing. We drove around looking for you and found you all the way out on that bridge by the river. You were about to jump off.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. You know, you scared the ever-living hell out of me, Y/N. I thought I was going to lose you forever.”

“Oh you did, did you? Well guess what, you already did when you fucking dumped me for Sandy, you dick face. I meant it when I said I don’t ever wanna see you again. I’m out of here.”

You launched yourself out of the bed—despite the protests from your head and stomach—and made your way to the door. Sodapop did the same, but just as you reached for the doorknob, he threw his body in front of it.

“Y/N, wait.” he said, grabbing you by your shoulders.

“Let me go!” you demanded.

“Please just hear me out, baby.”

“I said let me go, and don’t call me ‘baby.’”

“I’m not letting you leave until you listen to what I have to say.”

“Oh my god, fine. But it better be good.”

You plopped back down on the bed and crossed your arms. Soda sat down next to you, and you scooted away, earning an anguished sigh from him.

“Look, Y/N, I don’t blame you for being upset. You have every right to be. I hurt you real bad, I know I did. And I’m so sorry. I was a complete jerk to your, and I can’t say sorry enough. But listen. Last night, when Two said you were gone, I…it’s like…my heart stopped beating. It felt like someone just tore my chest open and ripped it right out. Right away I started thinking, ‘oh my god, what if something bad happened to her? What if one of the Socs got her? What if she’s lying in a ditch somewhere or been kidnapped or something?’ I never felt more terrified in my life, not even when my parents died. But when I saw you standing on top of the guardrail about to jump off, I swear to god I felt my soul leave my body. That sounds corny as hell, but goddammit that’s what it felt like. It’s like I forgot how to breathe all of a sudden. And then I started thinking about if you actually jumped, if you actually…died.”

At this, he did something completely unexpected: he started to cry.

For as long as you had known him, you had never seen Sodapop Curtis shed a tear, not even when Sandy left him. He was too tuff to cry, or so you thought. But seeing him, with his head in his hands and sobs racking his body…it spoke volumes. You soon felt tears stinging your eyes also.

“I did a lot of thinking last night while you were laying her with me.” he finally said once he calmed down enough to speak again. “I don’t love Sandy anymore. I don’t even really know that I ever did. And it’s not her that I miss, it’s the memories of all the good times I had with her. But that doesn’t matter to me anymore, because after all that happened last night, Y/N, I realized I don’t ever wanna live in a world without you in it. I want you here with me, always. I’m begging you, please give me another chance. I…I love you.”

Tears were now pouring down your cheeks like Niagara Falls. “You love me?”

“Yeah. Yeah I do. And I’m ashamed that it took me this long to realize it.”

“Oh, Soda.” you flung yourself onto his lap and wrapped your arms tightly around him. You pressed your lips against his and he scooped you up in his arms, internally jumping for joy.

“Be my girl again?” he asked in between breaths.

“Of course.” you smiled.

After a very lengthy make-out session, Soda laid you down on the bed and cuddled up to you, stroking your hair until you both fell back asleep.

[jawritter]

Two Out Of Three Aint Bad

Request: I know you said your request are open for Jensen and Dean, but can you write a Steve Carlson X Reader. I feel like he get overshadowed by Jensen a lot in the album and band. Can you make it were the reader falls for him, but he’s insecure, and she has to prove to him that she wants to be with him for him, and isn’t just trying to use to him get close to Jensen. Make it angsty, fluffy, and a little smutty. I understand if your not comfortable doing to. I just love the way u write!!! Thanks!!

Warnings: Smut, Language, Unproteced Sex, Drinking, language. I think that’s it.

Word Count: 3537

Pairings: Steve Carlson x Reader, Jensen Ackles x Steve Carlson, Jensen Ackles x Reader (not dirctly just mentioned), OFC Ashely x Reader, OFC Kasey x Reader

A/N: Okay guys. This was honestly one of the hardest Fic I’ve ever written, and it took me some convincing to actually do it. I do asked that you please keep all mean/hateful comments about this individual to yourself. The reason I wrote this fic was that it was requested, and honestly I saw no resaon upon talking to people not to. As always though feedback is gold! I do love hearing from you guys! Please don’t copy my stuff, this was also cross posted on wattpad. I hope you all enjoy!

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“Come on y/n! It will be fun!” Kasey begs on the other end of the phone, she’d been on you for days about getting out and having some fun for your birthday. 

Now it was said night, and you had been avoiding her call all day successfully, well, until she called from someone else’s phone, and you answered like a jackass. 

You were currently facepalming yourself. 

You didn’t even get a hello in and she was already starting on you.

“Okay seriously Kasey, who answers the phone, ‘come on y/n it wll be fun,’ and why the fuck are you calling me from Ashley’s phone! Don’t tell me you're in on this to Ash!!” you yell into the phone, hoping you were loud enough for her to hear you, or that Kasey had you on speaker phone.

“You bet your ass I’m in on this! Get yourself ready! We’re going to stereotype tonight, and you’re going to have fun damn it! It’s your birthday woman!!”

You rolled your eyes so hard that you were pretty sure you saw your brain for a moment.

“Why can’t you guys just let me stay home with a good book, and a bottle of wine tonight? It’s my birthday damn it. I want to hibernate and act anti-social.” you whine, dragging yourself off the bed, and heading towards the closet in spite of yourself. 

You knew they’d be here in probably less than an hour to drag you out of the house now that Kasey has found backup ready or not.

“Hey no one, NO ONE, is spending their birthday alone on my watch! You’re coming out tonight, you’re going to drink too much, make poor decisions, and if you’re lucky you’re gonna wake up in the arms of some stranger in the morning because YOLO damnit!” 

You pulled the phone away from your ear, gave it your best bitchface, making a mental note to slap her when you saw her tonight.

“FINE! Only because I know I’m outnumbered, and that’s the only reason I’m agreeing to this! How much time do I have before you get here?” you asked with a defeated sigh, the sound of a car horn just outside your house was your answer. 

Closing your eyes you take a deep breath, and try to calm your nerves. 

“This is going to be a good night, it’s not a mistake, you can do this,” you say to yourself before you pull your outfit out of the closet, and head towards the front door to let your friends in. 

Though the term ‘friends’ was a little generous at the moment, the more proper term would probably be kidnappers.

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An hour later you found yourself sitting in a packed out bar. None of you expected it to be this packed, but it turns out that Jensen and Jared were making an appearance tonight for karaoke night, and therefore there was a gaggle of eager fan girls standing everywhere in clusters trying to get a chance to meet the famous men. 

Having lived in Austin most of your life, and having been to the brewery servel times with Kasey, who was an avid Supernatural fan, you’d meet both men before. 

While they were both insanely attractive, they were also both married, and therefore you saw no need to spend your time and money drooling over them the way most people around them seemed to do. 

You’d gotten a picture with Jensen before at the brewery, you’d gotten an autograph from Jared once, you were satisfied with that. 

Your friends on the other hand jumped at every chance they got to get close to them. Therefore they quickly abandoned you alone at the bar with your beer to try and get a chance to see them when they walked in the bar. 

“So much for a fun night out,” you thought to yourself and snorted at the irony of the situation you found yourself in.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw a man sit down next to you. “Great another creep to tell that they need to go fuck off!! Happy birthday to me!” you think to yourself. 

It did vaguely cross your mind at that moment that you were slowly losing your shit, because talking to the voices in your head wasn’t exactly a healthy thing to do, but they were ridiculously sarcastic and sadistic, and you liked it; so you pushed that down to deal with later.  

“You don’t look like you’re having a whole lot of fun.” he said, and you fought the urge to roll your eyes at the stranger, and turned to look at him fully for the first time.

You were surprised by who you saw sitting there. 

Steve Carlson.

You knew who he was, you’d been around long enough to know about the album that Jensen along with himself had just released, and you had seen him from a distance the one time you all went to the brewery, but never up close. 

There were butterflies suddenly in your stomach, as you shifted nervously on the barstool. 

“Are you seriously nervous? He’s just another guy Y/N, pull your shit together!” 

You mentally slapped yourself in the face to pull yourself out of your shocked stare, but he was a lot more attractive in person than you would have ever expected. 

So you swallowed your smart ass comment before it even got to your lips, something about him just made you feel comfortable, like he wasn’t some jackass trying to get an easy lay, he was just… talking.

“No, I’m really not,” you said, looking back down at your beer, peeling at the label on the bottle. 

Smirking to himself he looked across the bar at where you could now see Jensen surrounded by a gaggle of girls wanting selfies. 

“Yea, I know what you mean. I wasn’t exactly in the mood to be here tonight, but Jensen begged, so here I am. Wanna be miserable together? I can buy you a drink, and we can hide over here and make fun of fangirls?” 

That last comment made you literally laugh out loud, seeing as the current “fangirl” that was almost bouncing up and down in front of Jensen, trying to desperately get his attention was Kasey.

“Okay,” you said, content that you seemed to have found someone else that was as done with the whole fangirl thing that was currently taking place in an already over packed bar 

Steve motioned toward the bartender who brought more beers, and placed them down in front of you both. 

“So, what brings you out here if you’re so miserable being here?” 

“Was forced to come against my will because it’s my ‘birthday,’ and in the immortal words of the fangirl currently jumping and down trying to get Jensen’s attention. ‘You’re going to drink too much, make poor decisions, and if you’re lucky you're going to wake up in the arms of some stranger in the morning because YOLO damnit!’

At that Steve almost fell off the stool laughing that he was sitting on. 

“Laugh all you want, but the way I see it is I’m here, might as well get drunk, and getting into the uber I’m going to half to call to get home tonight probably counts as a bad decision; so two out of three ain’t bad.” 

“Well that’s why I drove. As you see Jensen is going to be busy for the majority of the night, and the karaoke hasn’t even started yet.” Steve said, taking a big swig of his beer, moving his feet around nervously on the bar stool.

“You know, Jensen probably wouldn’t even notice I’m gone, and your friend wouldn’t notice you neither from the looks of it. There’s this little ice cream place that’s about six minutes from here, it doesn’t close until like 10, would you like to go grab some with me, then if you want I can drive you home? It kinda puts a kink in your whole bad decision part of your plan here, but at least you won’t have to wait on an uber. I promise I’m not some freak, or psycho, or something.” he said, looking down at his beer, and peeling his own label.   

You could have sworn you saw a hint of insecurity pull around the corner of his eyes when he avoided your gaze, you knew that feeling all too well, you weren’t exactly a people person either. 

“Sure, I’d like that.” you said, sliding off the bar stool, and he looked almost surprised that you agreed to go with him. 

“O…Okay..” he got up and offered you his hand a little awkwardly, which you reached out and took. 

His hands were huge compared to yours, his skin warm to the touch as he laced his fingers together with your own. It had been so long since you held hands with a guy that you couldn’t even remember the last time you had. 

You were both almost to the door, weaving your way through the people when Jensen’s deep voice cut through the crowd surprisingly close to you. 

“Steve! Where are you going man? I thought you were going to sing with me?” 

Steve stopped in his tracks, the both of you turned around slowly. He was literally grabbing distance from the door, you had almost made it out unnoticed, but almost wasn’t good enough, and Jensen had caught him.

Standing less than three feet behind Jensen was Kasey and Ashely, staring at you wide eyed like you’d lost your damn mind or something. Jensen noticed your hands linked together and smirked at his friend. 

“It’s cool though if you need to leave man, I can get Jared to sing with me, don’t worry about it. He owes me anyway.” Jensen said, backing up a few steps. Steve seemed to take a deep breath of relief.

“Yeah, I really don’t feel like the whole drinking  thing tonight.” Steve said, both men were having to yell over the music as it started up, and now Kasey and Ashely were really staring at you. 

Ashely had this huge grin on her face, but Kasey was giving you a strange look, bordering on jealousy maybe?

“Sounds good man, I’ll see you tomorrow at the brewery?” Jensen asks before giving Steve some awkward hand shake thing that guys do. 

You weren’t really paying attention, you were just ready to get out of here. People were pooling in by the minute, and it was even more crowded than it was when you got here. 

With that Steve reached for the door, and you both escaped out into the cool night air. Relief flooded you instantly, thankful to be away from the over crowded bar, and out in the open where you could breath. 

You thought you had expected, and you were almost to Steve’s car when you heard Kasey calling your name.

“Give me just a minute” you tell him and he nods at you, going to lean up against his car to wait for you at a respectable distance. 

“Y/n? What are you doing? Jensen’s in there? You don’t have to leave with Steve just to get in good with Jensen. Just tell him it’s your birthday or some shit. Why are you leaving with him when you have Jensen Fucking Ackles right there?” 

You looked at her dumbly for a moment. You couldn’t believe you she had really just said that to you, and judging by the look on Steve’s face when you glanced back over your shoulder, and the way he was kicking the gravel around with his shoes instead of looking at you, you figured that he’d heard her to.

You opened your mouth and closed it a few times before deciding that you didn’t owe such a shallow person an explanation. 

“You know what Kasey, you should go back in there with Ashely, she’s probably looking for you.” 

Turning on your heels before she could respond you walked the short distance back over to where Steve was standing. Shoving the anger boiling just below the surface down further. It wasn’t his fault fans of Jensen could be ass holes when he was on the property. Steve didn’t deserve your bad mood, just because your friend was being a bitch.

“Are you ready to go,” you asked him? He looked up at you, then back down at his feet, chewing on his lip a little before answering you.

“You don’t have to come you know, if you’d rather stay with Jensen and your friends that’s fine.” 

He seemed colder than he was only a few minutes ago inside the bar, and for a moment it confused you. 

“What do you mean? I don’t give two shits about following a married man around a crowded bar all night.” 

Steve stood up a little straighter shaking his head. 

“It’s fine, really, I’m used to it, you don’t have to come with me if you don’t want to.”

Looking back at the bar, then back to Steve who was avoiding looking you in the eye it hit you. 

Settling your nerves again, because a forward person isn’t normally what you are, you close the distance between the two of you, wrapping your arm around his neck, and pulling him down to you, bringing your lips to his. 

For a moment he didn’t kiss you back like he was shocked, and you were worried that this was the part where yet another guy rejected you, until you felt his arm slip slowly around your waist, pulling you closer to him, returning your kiss hesitantly before deepening it, his tongue running over your lip requesting entrance that you granted him, letting him explore your mouth. His tongue dominates yours before he finally breaks the kiss to breathe, and collect his thoughts. 

“I said I want to go with you,” you tell him again, looking deep in his hazel eyes. Your heart was beating so hard you could feel it in your ears.

He nodded after a few seconds, deciding to trust you before opening the passenger side door for you, and making his way around to the drivers side of the car.

You could tell there was a lot more to Steve than meets the eye. There were scars there that he was hiding, old wounds that had obviously gone pretty deep, and healed ugly. You understood that on a lever you didn’t even want to admit to yourself. 

The rest of the night progressed well. He took you to a little Ice Cream shop, the conversation flowed easier between the two of you easier than it had between you and anyone else in a very long time. 

You talked about the past, where he was from, and what all he had done in his career, how he ended up here in Austin. 

You talked about your dreams, your future plans, you talked about failed relationships, and things you wished you could both fix, but couldn’t. 

By the end of the night you felt closer to Steve than you had ever felt to a man. Even though he was a bit older than you, you both had some pretty similar experience that seemed to fix you together, drawing you in, in a way that you really didn’t understand and didn’t want to. 

Before long it was late, around one in the morning. You’d spent most of the night just talking, and it felt amazing. 

Now it was time to go home, and for the first time ever, you didn’t want to say goodbye to him to go and be alone again. 

Steve put the car in park outside of your house, and took a deep breath before getting out of the car and walking you to the door. 

Stopping on the steps you turned and looked up at him, his eyes seemed to fear the exit as much as you did, not wanting to let go of what you’d both unexpectedly found In each other. 

That’s when you decided you didn’t want this to end. For the first time in a long time tonight you were happy, and I’ll be damned if you were going to let this go. 

“You uh.. Wanna come in?” you asked, giving him a shy smile that he returned. 

“Yeah.. I’d like that.“ 

Closing the door behind the two of you, you locked the rest of the world away, telling yourself that you deserve this, that It felt right. 

Steve closed the distance between the two of you, his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to him. His lips found yours in a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue easily found yours again as he pulled you into him.

Sliding your jacket off you threw it over the chair, and he followed your lead, grabbing his hand you led him to your bedroom, and shut the door. 

You felt him come up behind you, brushing your hair away from your neck before leaving a trail of opened mouth kisses from your neck up to your jaw line, making his way up to the shell of your ear, his warm breath fanning over your quickly overheating skin. 

You turned around slowly in his arms, unbuttoning his shirt as his lips found yours again, kissing you drunk, sliding his shirt from his shoulders as he backed you towards the bed, unzipping your dress, and letting it fall to the floor. 

His eyes raked over you, meeting your gaze as he ran his fingertips over the exposed skin of your side before reaching around, and unclasping your bra, letting it fall to the floor with your dress. 

"So beautiful,” he whispers to you before his lips find yours again, brushing over yours softly before deepening the kiss, laying you down over the bed and crawling over you. 

His hands trailing over your breast, worshipping your body like no one ever had before him. Dipping his head and taking your exposed nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue and sucking lightly, making your back arch into him, a soft moan falling from your lips. 

Reaching down sliding your panties off your body, his hands trailed up your thighs and reaching your aching core, brushing over your clit in soft circles before he pressed two of his ticked fingers Into you, curling them inside of you while his thumb worked against your clit in delicious circles, your hips rolling into his touch on their own. 

Your first orgasm hit you like a title wave. Pure pleasure crashing over your body like waves crashing against sandy shores, your body shaking under him as you came down from you high. 

You don’t know when he did it, you were too lost, but you felt his thick, heavy length against your inner thigh as he positioned himself between your legs, his swollen tip nudging against your dripping center, and his clothes piled on the floor next to your own.

He brushed the hair away from your face and kissed you softly, waiting for you to come back to him. When your eyes meet his, you saw more love and admiration than you’d ever found in anyone’s eyes before. 

“You sure baby, we can stop if you don’t want to do this?”

Shaking your head before your voice would work for you, you brushed your lips against his. 

“I want you Steve.”

Kissing you deeply he sank into you slowly, stretching you as his thick throbbing cock sank into you inch by glorious inch until he was fully seated inside of you, hold himself still as he peppered all the skin he could reach with kisses until you rolled your hips against him, letting him know you were ready for him to move. 

First his rhythm started out slowly, each thrust deep, hitting you the most sensitive places inside of you before nudged against your cervical wall. 

Moans and sweet whispered affections falling from both of your lips as he pulled you both high and higher, every touch burning like under your skin. 

His pace picking up as the coil wound tight in your belly, ready to snap at any moment. 

“Steve." 

"I know baby, I’m right there with you, let go, I gotcha.”

With that the coil snapped, and the strongest orgasm you’d ever experienced hit you hard enough to knock you breathless. 

Your body jerks and twitches under him as he works you through it before his own pace starts to falter, your walls squeezing him tightly, sending him to his own release and milking him for all he could give you as he stills inside you, painting your walls with his seed. 

Finally when you both regained control over your bodies, he lifted the covers and crawled into the bed with you, wrapping his arms around you, and pulling you as close as possible to him, kissing your neck and shoulders, nuzzling into you. You fit perfectly against his warm body. 

“Well when we wake up in the morning you will hopefully still be in my arms, and I guess you’re right. Two out of three really ain’t bad.”

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 Tag List: @deanwanddamons @imabitch4jensen @rvgrsbrns @bi-danvers0

[heywritersblock]

space: g.d

concept: we all know gray is a clingy little koala bear but i also feel like he’d think a girl who values her independence is super hot. (spoiler alert: it’s not always plain sailing though)

~3000 words

warnings: angry grayson likes bad language and i apparently like a lot of dialogue

“hey! hey, y/n! are you awake?” he whispers, not quite as quietly as he’s trying for. following a little nudge to your side from where you’re laying next to him, your eyes flicker open and gradually meet his after you’ve tried to snuggle further into his side to avoid been woken up. “y/n? hey,” he repeats, nudging you lightly again. accepting you’re not getting any more sleep just now, you nod and grumble, “what’s up baby?” “oh, cool – you’re awake. do you wanna get breakfast together?” “what? now? gray, it’s –“ you hesitate to check his phone that you know is charging at the side of his bed. “it’s 2:17. is everything ok baby?” he snuggles down, tugging the sheets up to cover both of your shoulders and he rests his head right next to yours. “yeah, just couldn’t sleep. was thinkin’ about plans for tomorrow is all,” he answers, eyes tracking over your face adoringly. a contented smile grows on your face and you bring up your hand to peek out of the covers to rub at his cheek. he closes his eyes with a smile. “can’t tomorrow, bub. i’ve got a meeting first thing, then lunch and time with the girls. how about dinner at my place?” “my popular business queen. killin’ it!” he sleepily giggles, soothed by your hand still stroking at this cheek. “tha’s me,” you smile in reply. “i’ll text you when i leave the girls and you can come over. pasta sound good?” “with you? the best,” he slurs, almost sound asleep now. “pasta it is then, now get some rest,” you instruct, smoothing your hand over his hair and then down under the covers again. “hey, y’n?” he murmurs just as you’re about to slip back to sleep. “yeah?” “there’s that cereal in the pantry that you like – make sure you eat before you go. can’t be a business queen on an empty stomach,” he whispers, then immediately falls to sleep.

“can you see me now?” a black screen asks you for the fifth time in the same minute. “it’s the signal baby, let me just move over by the window. how about now?” you ask. grayson’s grinning face finally appears on the facetime screen as you tilt your phone just so. “heyyy! there’s my baby!” you grin upon seeing his face. “there she is,” he replies, his smile growing wider at hearing your joy to see him. “how are you?” he asks. “good, gray! the weather is freakin’ awesome here! how’re you?” “doin’ good, baby. even better now! question – why does it feel like you’ve been on your business trip for seven years now?” he asks, dramatically throwing his arm over his eyes as you loudly laugh. “oh yeah, three days; seven years. pretty similar! I’ll be back before you know it, baby – only another two days before we can hibernate in my room,” you smile. “ugh, that sounds like paradise right now! everything’s so boring without you here atht he minute. E won’t get off this new game he’s just got and i need company!” he whines. “aw poor baby! go out and have fun yourself! there’s so much to do in LA,” you remind him. “i know, i know! i’m fun and smart and i enjoy my own company,” he mocks you. “hey! don’t be mean – it’s true! you’re literally the least boring person, don’t hold yourself back. could you go skating or for a run on the beach? hell, go spray paint some public property! but do it by yourself and freaking have fun!” you say. he laughs deeply with a fond look in his eyes, nodding as he says, “ok my little cheerleader; we’re not all as comfortable with our own company as you are,” he reminds you. it’s your turn to laugh now. “is it really that weird i like being alone? i mean obviously i love spending time with you but damn, sometimes i just need my own space, y’know?” “nah, it’s not weird – it’s admirable! i blame ethan being stuck to my side all the freakin’ time for me not knowing how to function alone,” he jokes. “definitely his fault,” you jokingly agree. “how dare he be your identical twin?!” “right?! anyway baby, tell me about your trip and how you absolutely don’t miss me at all,” he grins.

you’re hanging out at the boys’ house for the afternoon sharing the couch with grayson; he’s at one end reading a book and you’re at the other scrolling through your phone. your legs are intertwined at the centre and you’re tickling his leg that’s closest to you with your nails, just to be touching him.

ethan bursts through the kitchen into the living room and announces, “one of the guys we go to the skate park with’s throwing a party tonight at the beach – are you guys down?” “yeah, dude – i’m down!” gray replies as ethan fist bumps him. two pairs of identical eyes turn to look at you and ethan asks, “y/n? are you down?” raising his eyebrows to match his question. “uhhh, no – sorry,” you reply, tilting your mouth up to the side in silent apology. “oh, ok. no worries! have you got other plans?” ethan asks genuinely, taking a seat on a chair at the side. “um, no, not really,” you state honestly, tucking your legs in as gray starts to shuffle up from his laying down position. “if you’ve got no plans you should come, y/n! it’s only J from the skate park and he’s super chill. it’d be fun and you’d be totally welcome,” ethan encourages. “nah, it’s ok, really. thanks for the invite though, E,” you smile, which he returns quickly. you’ve just gone back to scrolling through your phone when you hear gray clear his throat. you look up and he’s looking at you intently, book long forgotten shoved on the couch next to him. “why don’t you wanna come, y/n? is everything ok?” he asks as ethan looks between the two of you. “i- well- i just don’t want to, really. just want a quiet night, y’know?” you explain, shrugging your shoulders to show this really isn’t as big of a deal as gray’s trying to make it. “ok, well i’ll stay here too and we can do something together,” he offers, his intense stare not faltering. he’s challenging you. “gray, honestly – go to the party and have fun. i’ll stay at my house and have just as much fun, then when we get dinner tomorrow you can tell me all about it. chill out about it,” you say as his gaze becomes heated. “are you serious right now?” he asks, voice louder than it should be with so little distance between you. you lock your phone and sit up to meet his gaze. if he’s trying to cause an argument then you’re not going to back down. you raise your eyebrow and without blinking, you retort, “are you?” with a short, insincere laugh. “no – really. you’re choosing to go home and spend time on your own doing whatever it is that you find so much fun rather than go out with your boyfriend? you’re honestly telling me that you don’t see why that pisses me off?” he asks, voice growing louder and more disbelieving. never one to back down, you swing your legs down onto the floor and reply, “i’m honestly telling you that it pisses me off that you think i have to be with you every second of the day to be a good girlfriend. is that what you want to hear?” you see ethan silently stand up, slowly and awkwardly backing out of the room as he senses this conversation is quickly turning into a fight. “why is it so weird that i want to spend time with you?” he asks, stood up now with his hands messing up his hair. you know this is a sore spot for him; your rare fights are always over this very topic. “why is it so weird that i like my personal space? i’m not like you! i haven’t spent every waking moment attached to someone and it makes me feel like i’m suffocating if i don’t get that time every now and then. you know this, grayson!” you stand up – always ready to match him. “oh? oh? so i suffocate you. fuckin’ awesome, y/n. just what i wanted to hear, for fucks sake,” he mutters that last part almost inaudibly. he’s really pissed now and you can see it in the way his chest heaves and his jaw moves. that fact he’s getting so worked up over this issue again pisses you off even more. “don’t start with this, gray – we literally have this same fight every couple of months. you signed up to this! it’s not something you can change about me, why is that so hard for you to understand?” “we have the same fight because it’s still just as fucking infuriating, y/n!” he yells, gesticulating his hands in front of him. “no man wants to hear that his girlfriend would rather spend time at home doing fucking laundry rather than spending time with him! it makes me feel like i’ve got nothing left to give you!” you stand stock still. “what do you mean?” you ask, taken aback by how he’s phrased the last part of that sentence. “i mean you’re you – you know what you like and what you don’t, you know who you are and you don’t change that for anyone. sometimes i feel like i add nothing to your life. sometimes i feel like i hold you back when i just wanna cuddle with you or spend time with you around here or at yours. i feel guilty that maybe you’d rather be spending time on your own doing whatever it is that yo do but i’m keeping you here with me. it fucking sucks.” “you honestly think that?” you ask, emotion welling up in your chest and showing slightly in your quiet voice and the way your forehead is pinched. “you went on a business trip for five fucking days and literally told me over the phone about how great of a time you were having and how much you didn’t miss me!” he laughs with no humour. his arms are raised back in the air and his hair is beyond messed up now. “grayson, how can i miss you when we’re never fucking apart?” he hates – no, he despises your response. he lets out that loud laugh that you hate  because it means he’s about to walk away from you. “ok, cool. well have your fucking space now then, yeah?” he spits as he turns and walks out, grabbing his car keys and slamming the front door as he goes. you take in a few deep breaths, trying your best not to lose it in the middle of the twins’ living room and you take a seat on the couch again, placing your head in your hands and leaning your elbows on your knees. “wow, that didn’t sound good…” you hear coming from the kitchen. ethan takes one look at your face as you look up at him and winces at how unhelpful what he’s just said was. he trudges over to sit beside you on the couch and asks, “wanna talk about it?” “not really,” you respond. “c’mon. tell uncle ethan all about that nasty fight,” he jokes, trying to make you smile. sarcastically and in your peppiest voice you say, “well uncle E, i’m so glad you asked! your dick of a brother is pissed at me because i don’t want to spend my every waking moment with him for the rest of eternity! he hates the fact i know my own mind and he wishes i was totally different and didn’t have my own personality at all! if only i was an eighteenth century character from a romantic novel who’s only goal in life was to please their love!” you hiss, shoving your head back into your hands. ethan winces again, then replies. “ok, so you said a couple of interesting things there. i’m just gonna gloss over the bitchy tone and the bit about the book that i didn’t quite the reference of and i’m just gonna focus on this bit – you think gray hates that you’re strong minded?” “obviously so,” you mumble. “oh, y/n. you couldn’t be more wrong,” he laughs to himself. you raise your eyes that were trained to the floor up to meet ethan’s face and wait for him to continue. “in the long, long list of things that i have to hear grayson talk about how much he loves about you - and believe me, it’s freaking long - you being your own person? that’s pretty much at the top.” you raise your eyebrows in question, showing that you’re very much listening and ethan needs to keep on talking. “seriously – ‘god, E, she’s so independent. she knows exactly what she wants and she doesn’t need anyone to help her get it – it’s so freakin’ hot... she couldn’t make plans with me because she’s already made plans with her friends – why does that make me want her even more?’ oh yeah - the amount of times i’ve heard about it, i can honestly tell you, he doesn’t hate it. stop telling yourself he does. he does, however, love you a lot and sometimes, he doesn’t want to feel like he’s competing someone else for your love.” you can feel him thinking at the side of you before he quickly adds, “that other person is you, by the way. just in case you didn’t get that.” in dramatic ethan style, he stands up without warning and leaves you to contemplate exactly what he’s said. you sit there for the next forty five minutes, mulling over ethan’s wise words as the front door opens and then closes in a much calmer way than you last heard it. his keys are tossed into the bowl by the door and a couple of footsteps later, grayson appears in the entryway. he looks surprised to see you, his mouth dropping open into a small ‘o’ shape. you smile sadly at him, full of emotion that the last hour or so has caused you. “you’re still here?” he questions. “yeah. sorry if you wanted me to go,” you reply, suddenly unsure if you should be there at all. should you have left? after all, this is what your argument was about to start with. quickly, he shakes his head, upset that you would even think he didn’t want you there. “no, no. i’m glad you stayed,” he says quietly, followed by an unsure, “why did you stay?” you smile at his surprise, then reply a simple, “had a little chat with E. he’s very wise, y’know.” a gentle laugh and a whispered, “oh god,” escapes grayson’s mouth and, with his nervous hands still in his pockets, he makes his way over to you. you’re more hurt than you thought you would be when he sits in the chair rather than next to you on the couch. he can tell, and he explains softly so as to not cause another fight, “don’t want to suffocate you.” he casts his eyes down sadly as tears flood your eyes. he hates seeing you upset but this has upset him too. you take a deep breath to try and steady your emotions but your voice still wobbles as you say, “gray. i’m sorry if i ever made you feel like you’re not my number one priority. i’m sorry if i made you feel second best or if i made you feel like i was happier when i was away from you. the truth is, you make me feel so safe and secure that i like that i can go and do my own thing and then come right back home to you. i’m so in love with you that when we’re apart, i think about how right it will feel when we come back together. i know it will be so fucking worth it that i enjoy the moment i’m living in right then. i’m sorry that you think i don’t miss you but i simply don’t let myself think about it. instead, i look forward to kissing you again when we’re reunited and the butterflies i feel when i know its only a couple of hours til i see you again. i know you think it’s fucking weird that i like my space, but that’s me. i wish i could change that for you but i can’t and i hope that that’s something you can accept about me,” you state honestly. gray’s looking directly at you now, face mirroring yours; full of emotion. he’s nodding slowly, like it’s suddenly making a bit more sense to him. “i can’t say i’ll ever understand it, y/n, but that’s part of what makes me love you just that little extra. it drives me fucking insane that you’d rather spend time without me sometimes but i can’t say that i hate it. the thought that my girl is so self confident that she doesn’t need me? fuck, that’s as hot as it is infuriating.” he smiles. “i’d never thought about it like that before, though - what you just said. never though about how great it is when we reunite,” he mumbles, then slowly moves closer to you by sitting on the couch. he slides over until his knee is touching yours. you’re both feeling a little too vulnerable to really look at each other in your eyes at first but when he taps your knee with his index finger twice, you sniff and look up. “i’m sorry i keep getting angry about the same thing. i just get a little insecure at times. i love you and i’m sorry for making you sad and for making you feel like you wish you could change. please forgive me,” he whispers. you lean in and rest your forehead against his gently. his eyes close and he lets out a breath he’s been holding, tension releasing from his shoulders. he leans in slowly, and presses a tender kiss to your lips. you lift your hand to his jaw and keep him there, pressing kiss after kiss to his lips and not wanting to let him go. the kisses get deeper and more desperate as you both let out the emotion that you’d been holding in. a voice from the hallway makes you both jump and pulls you away from your private little world with giggles coming from swollen lips and relief pulsing through your bodies that you’d manage to solve your argument. “cool! you’ve made up. so, are we on for the beach or no?” ethan asks, leaping behind the wall next to him as gray picks up a cushion and violently throws it in his brother’s direction. the two of you spend the next couple of hours cuddled together in gray’s bed after making sure that you both knew just how forgiven the other person was. you’re just about to drop to sleep when gray’s hand brushes over your forehead gently and he whispers, “hey, y/n? it’s 11:30 - do you want me to take you home?” he presses a kiss into your hair as he waits for your response. he desperately tries to hide his elated grin as you shuffle sleepily closer to him, wrap your arms just that bit tighter around his waist and rest your head right in the crook of his neck. “wanna stay right here,” you whisper as you drift off to sleep.

inspired by NASA - queen ari you can say "i love you" through the phone tonight really don’t wanna be in your arms tonight i'm just sayin', baby i can’t really miss you if i’m with you

[hannahindie]

Memory Foam and Fever Dreams

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, Sam Winchester (brief) Word Count: 2,862 Warnings: Sickness, Leslie Knope inspired fever sequence, and Dean being a gosh dang cutie. It’s a lot of fluff. A/N: I wrote this for two reasons: One, because @trexrambling requested fluff, and when my writing soulmate requests something (especially after I have continuously destroyed with angst) she gets it. Second, I am stupidly and embarassingly late on @impalaimagining’s 5K Follower celebration because Tumblr ate it and then I got distracted. Congrats on the followers, although I’m sure by now you’ve far surpassed that number. lol My Friends’ quote is bolded within the fic. Have some cute, fluffy Dean before I change my mind.

Thanks to @pinknerdpanda for beta’ing all my fluffy words. You’re the best, bean. :) “ Eeeeeekkkk!!!! Hldyoepufpuehlkgdljdogdlhdlhd!!!!! I love it!!!”

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Dean wandered into the kitchen, his hair bedraggled as he drug a hand across his still sleep hazed eyes. The smell of coffee had been what had drug him out of his room after two days of near hibernation. The past week and a half had been rough; what started out as a simple salt and burn became annoyingly difficult due to the amount of rain the area had been getting. Just when they thought they were going to have some time off, a vamp nest cropped up on the way home, and then a demon possession. Although they had taken care of all three things and did so in almost record time, they had barely slept. Dean groaned as he stretched, his joints reminding him that he was getting too old for all this.

He smiled as he caught sight of Y/N moving around the kitchen, her hair piled on the top of her head in a messy bun as she cooked breakfast. He shuffled over to the coffee pot, grabbed a mug, and carefully poured the life giving liquid. “Mornin’,” he mumbled, grunting as he planted himself carefully at the table.

“Morning.” Y/N’s response was short and Dean raised an eyebrow.

“What’s your deal?” he asked as he took a sip of coffee.

Y/N turned to face him and shrugged, “Just tired, I guess.” She laid a napkin and a fork in front of him, and Dean could feel the heat coming off of her.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You look like you might have a fever. C’mere.” He sat his mug down and gestured for her to come back.

She shook her head, “I’m fine, okay? I just need some more sleep. I’ll take a nap later.” She turned back to the oven, and Dean didn’t miss how she grasped the counter for a moment as if she was trying to keep her balance.

“Seriously, Y/N, maybe you should sit down-”

“I’m fine!” she snapped as she slammed a plate on the counter and started loading it up with eggs and bacon. She turned and Dean could see the thin sheen of sweat on her forehead. She stepped forward to put his breakfast on the table, and before he could say or do anything else, her eyebrows knitted together as she tilted forward, “I think I might not be fine…” The plate hit the floor with a crash and Dean managed to catch her before she fell.

“Oh, shit, Y/n!” He brushed the hair from her face and jerked his hand back when he touched her burning skin. “Jesus...Sam! Sammy! I could use your help!” He gently lowered her to the cool tile, then yelled again, “Sam! Hurry up!” He heard Sam’s heavy steps echoing through the bunker as he hurried to the kitchen and slid to a stop in front of them.

“What the hell?” He knelt next to Dean and put his hand to Y/N’s forehead, “She’s burning up!”

“I noticed, Sam.” He gently picked her up and began making his way to the garage, “Grab her bag, and get my wallet from my jeans, would ya? We gotta get her to the hospital.” Sam ran back towards the bedrooms, and Dean cradled Y/N carefully to his chest as he carried her to the car.

Y/N’s eyes fluttered open and she narrowed her eyes at the sterile smell that assaulted her nostrils.

“What the hell?” her voice came out as a croak, just loud enough to disturb the sleeping lump sprawled lazily in the chair next to her.

Dean sat up with a jerk, “You’re awake.” He rubbed the heel of his hand across his eyes, then blinked sleepily at her.

“Of course I’m awake, where am I? What am I doing here?” She started to swing her legs over the side of the bed, and Dean gently rested his hand against her shoulder to stop her.

“Hey, whoa there tiger, you’re in the hospital. You’re really sick. I guess the past couple of hunts took it out of you.”

She shook her head, “Nope, I’m fine. I need to get back to the bunker, there’s research to do.” She fumbled with the IV line, grimacing as she tried to yank it out of her hand. Dean put his hand over hers and she glared at him.

“You aren’t going anywhere, kiddo. You had a temperature of a hundred and four when we got you in here, and it’s not gone down yet. You have to stay.”

“You aren’t my real mom!” she yelled as she finally managed to yank out the IV and slid off the bed and towards the door.

“Well, I mean, that’s true, but you don’t have to yell about it.” He crossed in front of her and put his arm across the door to block her path. “You’re dehydrated, they’re afraid that this flu could turn into pneumonia, and they’ve got you on enough drugs it should have knocked out an elephant. Should have known you’d be too damn hard headed to let that happen.”

“If you don’t get out of my way, Dean Winchester, I’m gonna tell Sam about you usin’ his toothbrush to clean the toilet.”

Dean looked at her with wide eyes, “How did you know I did that?”

She waved her hand vaguely, “A girl never reveals her secrets. Now lemme go.” She pushed past him and wandered down the hall towards the exit.  Dean burst out laughing when he realized the back of her gown was open.

“Well, she’s sure revealing something,” he said with a grin as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and snapped a couple of pictures. After getting what he thought was the appropriate amount of blackmail photos, he went back into the room to get Y/N’s bag and clothes, then dialed Sam.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Sammy. She’s going AWOL, so if you could just pull up front, that would be great.” He stepped back into the hallway and chuckled when he saw that Y/N had stopped walking and was having a conversation with a potted plant near the nurses’ station. “We’ll be out there as soon as she quits talking to this plant.”

There was a beat of silence as Sam tried to make sense of what Dean had just said, “Wait, what is she doing? Should she be leaving?”

“No, probably not, but it’s Y/N and she apparently does what she wants. Just pull up front. We’ll be there in a few.” He hung up and slowly approached Y/N, who was stroking the leaves of the artificial plant and asking who its stylist was. “Alright, let's go Poison Ivy, time to get home.”

She frowned, “But I was just making a new friend. Look at her hair! It’s marvelous…” Dean gently pried her fingers from the leaves, smiling at the nurse that was watching with her arms crossed and eyes narrowed.

“I know, sweetheart, but we gotta go. Sam is coming to get us! And that nice lady over there is about thirty seconds from calling psych, okay?” He tugged her

toward the exit, walking behind her so the rest of the hospital didn’t see what God had given her and trying his hardest not to stare himself.

She glared up at him, “Don’t call me sweetheart. You only call Baby that. Or when you’re being con...conde...condensation.”

Dean bit back a smile, “Yea, you’re right, I’m sorry. I’m not...um...I’m not trying to be condensation.” He guided her through the doors to where Sam was waiting, then opened the back door of the Impala and slid in next to her.

Sam looked back at them, concern etched on his face, “Dean, she really needs to stay here...look at her.”

Y/N had fallen into his side, her face flushed and sweaty, and was already beginning to fall asleep.

“I know, but she was causing a bit of a scene. Let’s just get her home, and one of us will go out for a medicine run. It’ll be fine.” Sam sighed, but turned around and pulled the car away from the hospital despite his better judgement. Dean glanced down at Y/N as she wrapped her arm around his waist and laid her head on his shoulder. “You’ll be fine,” he whispered against her hair, then put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her tighter against him.

“Y/N, you've got to lay down, you need rest.” Dean said as he tried to coax her back to bed.

“I’m uncomfortable!” she whined as she swatted at him weakly.

“I know, but Sam will be back with medicine soon and we’ll get you settled in.” Dean brushed the hair out of her eyes, frowning as he felt how hot she still was.

“That's not why I'm uncomfortable, it's this bed.” She flopped onto her side, then rolled back over. “It's not squishy, and it doesn't remember me.” She sat up suddenly, her eyes wide. “I wanna be in your bed. It's got memory foam!”

“I...ummm...well, it's not going to remember you, either. You...you’ve never been in it,” he stuttered.

“I've been in it! We had movie night that one time. It'll remember. Please, Dean?” she pouted at him again and he sighed.

“Fine. But only if you let me carry you down there and you promise you'll stay put.”

She smiled and Dean realized that he'd do anything to get her to smile like that again. “Sure thing, Dean bean. Pinky promise.” She held her pinky up and looped it around his.

“Alright then, come on.” He hooked one arm around her waist and the other under her knees, and she sighed happily as she nuzzled against his shoulder. Dean’s heart sped up at how natural it felt to hold her like this, and how perfectly she fit against him. He made his way down the hall and to his room, where he sat her gently on the floor. “You good?” he asked before releasing his grip on her elbow.

“Yup, perfect.” She watched silently as he folded down the comforter and sheets, then fluffed the pillows so that she could see the television and still be comfortable.

“In you go, kid.” He held the blankets back as she climbed into bed, then pulled them up around her. Once she was settled, he walked over to the sink and grabbed a washcloth which he dampened, then walked back to her. “Here, this might help you feel better. Cool towels always helped with Sam when we were kids.” He swiped it gently across her forehead and she sighed happily.

“That does feel nice,” she sighed.

He smiled and laid it on the nightstand, then handed her the remote, “Pick out whatever you want.” He moved to sit in the chair next to the bed but stopped when he felt her hand slip into his.

“Will you lay here with me?” Dean thought about saying no, wanted to because he knew what would happen if he said yes, but the moment he looked into her wide eyes, his resolve broke.

“Yea...umm...sure, I'll lay with you.” He laid on the outside of the comforter, but she snuggled into him anyway and began flipping through his Netflix list. He slipped his arm around her, and before she was able to pick anything to watch, she fell fast asleep. Dean thought about sliding out from under her, but as she gripped tightly to his shirt, he found that he didn't want to. Instead, he picked out a random show, leaned his head back, and let himself doze off to the low murmur of the television and the warmth of Y/N at his side.

Sam quietly stood in the doorway to Dean’s room, a smile playing on his lips as he watched Y/N and his brother sleep. They’d been dancing around their feelings for weeks, and though he was sure part of the reason for their behavior today was because Y/N had been under the influence of her fever, Sam hoped that this finally got them to realize how they actually felt. He thought about letting them sleep, but Y/N still looked flushed and medicating her finally outweighed letting them both sleep.

He walked over and gently shook Dean’s shoulder, “Dean, wake up. I've got medicine.” Dean’s eyes slowly opened and he groaned as he shifted out from under Y/N.

“I didn't mean to fall asleep.” Dean looked over at Y/N and sighed, “I hate to wake her up, man.”

“I know, but she needs this.” Sam laid the back of his hand against her forehead, “She's not as hot, but she's still got a fever.” He picked up the cool washcloth and ran it across her forehead again, moving her sweat damp hair out of her face. “Hey, Y/N...I've got medicine for you. C’mon, wake up.”

Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled lazily when she saw Sam, “Hullllooooo, Samuel. Lookit you, bein’ all tall. What brings you to my room at this time of night?” She gasped, “What if Dean saw you in here? He'd wonder if there's shenanigans. He can't think there are shenanigans, or he won't love me.” Her eyes began to shine with unshed tears and Sam didn't know whether to laugh or be concerned.

“I don't think you need to worry about that, does she Dean?” Sam raised an eyebrow and Dean shook his head.

“Nope, there's no need to worry. Sam’s just here to give you medicine, and then you can go back to sleep.” He was trying not to think of what she'd said; why would it matter if he loved her or not? He watched as Sam pulled out a couple of bottles and helped her take the medicine she needed, then gathered up his supplies and made his way to the door.

“I'll be in the library, I've got some research to do. Let me know if you need anything.” He walked out and Dean shifted as if to follow.

“Will you stay?” Y/N asked quietly. “I sleep better with you here.”

Dean nodded, then resumed his position by Y/N’s side, “Sure thing, kid. Whatever you want.”

She settled back in and quickly fell back to sleep. Dean watched as her chest rose and fell slowly, and without thinking, linked his fingers through hers. He wasn't sure if it was just the fever talking or if she really wanted him, but in the moment, it didn't really matter. He turned his attention to the television and smiled when he felt her fingers tighten around his.

Y/N woke slowly, blinking as her eyes adjusted to the dim light. The television was on and the ‘Are you still watching?’ message glowed dully. She realized she was leaning into someone, and looked up to see Dean, his head tilted back against the pillows and his mouth partially open, his light snores the only sound in the room.

She shifted so that she was more upright and realized she wasn't in her room, but Dean’s.

“What the hell?” she croaked quietly, but it was enough to jerk Dean awake.

“What? What's wrong?” he looked around, his eyes wide and alert, then immediately calmed down when he realized Y/N was awake. “Oh, hey, you're up.”

“Yea...but why am I in your room?” she asked, her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to remember the chain of events that led from this morning to now.

Dean cleared his throat, “Because...well, you wanted memory foam...you said it remembers you.”

“Why does it need to remember me?” She looked down and for the first time, realized they were holding hands. “Oh...ooohhh…what did I say?” Although she seemed embarrassed, Dean felt a flicker of hope when she didn't pull her hand from his.

“Not much...although you were very concerned that if I caught Sam in here, I wouldn't love you,” he said with a small smile.

She groaned and let her head fall back, her eyes closed, “Well, that's embarrassing.”

“Nah, it was cute.” They fell silent, and Dean wondered if he should push his luck. He decided it was worth a shot. “So...umm...do you really care if I...I love you or not?”

She rolled her head so that she could look at him and raised an eyebrow, “Do you want me to care?”

He shrugged, “I mean, I...you don't have to...it doesn't matter. Forget I asked.”

“Well, if I didn't think you'd get the plague, I'd kiss you right now...if that answers your question.”

He smiled at her, then leaned over and kissed her forehead. “I guess that will have to do for now. Good news is, it seems like your fever might be gone.”

Y/N smiled back, then resumed her position tucked into Dean’s side, “I suppose that means I can properly answer you later.”

Dean chuckled, “Sounds like a plan, kid. Sounds like a plan.”

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[imagining-supernatural]

Bitch, I Might Be

Summary: Classic Dean helps Reader sleep plot

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1084

A/N: So, I couldn’t sleep last night or tonight. I was all spazzy (just ask @kclaire1 who got a really confusing email from me... oops!) and I don’t know why, so I decided to just write about it! It’s only three weeks into the semester and I think I’m going crazy. I wonder how insane I’ll be by midterms or finals. Also I think this is a gender neutral reader! (Of course my brain isn’t working so I might have missed something)

It’s three o’ fucking clock in the morning and I’m cleaning the bunker’s kitchen. Why? No idea. I mean, Sam keeps it clean enough. The Winchesters aren’t slobs. Actually, they’re cleaner than I am. I’m the token dirty roommate in this trio.

Which brings me back to the question: Why the hell am I cleaning the kitchen at three a.m.?

Well, really, I should be asking the questions: Why the hell can’t I sleep? Where the hell did all of this energy come from?

I spend all day yawning and wishing for time to take a nap, but then night rolls around when I should be sleeping and I can’t. It’s torture of the worst kind.

“Dude?” Dean’s tired, muffled voice snaps me away from my internal screaming and I turn off the water in the sink. There’s enough water to wash the remaining dishes by now anyway.

I toss a glance over my shoulder at his squinty, obviously just barely awake, slumped shoulder form before turning back to the dishes. I shouldn’t be this happy that someone else is awake, but god having only my own company is horrible. I. Just. Don’t. Shut. Up. How do other people put up with me? Honestly, if I talk even half as much as I think, then it’s a wonder that no one has punched me just to shut me up.

“What are you doing out here?”

“What are you doing out here?” He throws right back my way. “Are you… are you cleaning?”

“Bitch, I might be,” I mumble, slightly offended but not at all surprised by his shock.

He shuffles over and grabs my chin in his hand. After yanking my head to face him, he presses the back of his other hand to my cheeks and forehead, as if checking for a fever. “You okay? Are you possessed by some clean-freak ghost?”

Hmm. I pause to consider that option. After all, ghosts didn’t need sleep. Maybe that’s why I wasn’t sleeping. Slowly, and in a slightly curious voice, I repeat my earlier words, “Bitch, I might be?”

He just chuckles and leans against the counter while I go back to washing the dishes. I seriously can’t stop moving. My whole body is buzzing like a hive of wasps. I can’t slow down. It’s almost physically impossible.

“Alright, what’s really going on? You never do dishes, and you always go to sleep as early as you can and sleep as late as Sam lets you. You’re like a bear in hibernation, but all the time. And now you’re cleaning at the asscrack of midnight?”

“Buddy, if you can tell me what’s going on, I will literally give you my life savings because I have no fucking idea why I can’t slow down right now.” I turn to him with my best sad puppy dog face and whined, “I just wanna go to sleeeeep! But I can’t!”

Apparently, my borderline childish antics got to him, because he came up behind me and literally lifts my arms out of the soapy dishwater, grabs a towel, and dries me off. “First off, we’re going to leave these dishes to someone who has experience cleaning—”

“Hey! I know how to clean!”

“And I’m going to get you to go to sleep because I know that grumpy Y/N is not a Y/N that I like to deal with.”

“Grumpy Y/N is not a nice person,” I agree wholeheartedly. There’s no use getting offended over something that truthful.

“I like well-rested, happy Y/N.”

“That seems to be the general consensus.”

Dean has me tucked under his arm and is guiding me through the hallways by this point. We pass my bedroom, which meant one thing.

“You’re gonna let me sleep in your room?” I ask excitedly, looking up at him with a bright face like a kid on Christmas morning.

“Bitch, I might be,” he mutters with a half-smile.

“You have the best bed in all of Kansas!”

I’d tried many times to get him to switch mattresses with me. He’s held steadfast, though. One of these days I’ll manage to just steal it. It’s going to happen. I’m determined.

He pushes the door open to his room and I immediately jump onto the bed, twisting in the air so I land on my back. The soft padding gives way and I bounce a few times before settling into the magical marshmallow-like fluff.

“Mmm, just like a cloud,” I mumble happily with closed eyes. If I can’t get to sleep on this bed, then I won’t be able to go to sleep anywhere.

Then the mattress dips and Dean is pushing me over towards the other side.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Are you under the impression that I’m going to be sharing your bed?” I refuse to budge. I still have way too much energy to give up any ground.

“It’s my bed. You’re lucky I’m letting you sleep here at all.”

“If I even get to sleep,” I mutter. It seems like an unattainable goal. No matter how many times I yawn, I just can’t get my body to calm down.

Dean finally gets me to move so I’m mostly on one half of the bed. “Lay down. Don’t move. Try to turn off your brain.”

“Like I didn’t try that five hours ago in my own bed? You’ve gotta have something better than that if you want to avoid Grumpy Y/N.”

“If you don’t go to sleep or let me go to sleep, then you’ll have a Grumpy Dean in the morning.”

“We’ll both be grumpy. Sam will have to deal with us. It’ll be okay.”

After a minute or two, Dean managed to convince me to at least try to go to sleep again and I finally retreat to a half of the bed so I wasn’t taking up three quarters of it. In the dark room with his familiar smell that I related safety with surrounding me, I can finally feel my body start to relax. My muscles unclench and it’s like I could feel my blood start flowing slower. Did blood really flow slower when you went to sleep? I don’t know. But that’s what it felt like.

“You getting sleepy yet?” Dean’s quiet voice from behind me came a second before I felt him shift until he was spooning me from behind.

“Bitch, I might be,” I mumble back. “Are you a cuddler, Dean Winchester?”

“Bitch,” he mumbles against my neck, “I might be.”

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29 Neibolt ST (Monster Roommate AU) Chapter 8.5

Mini chapter for you guys. I have a smut drabble for later. 

warnings: alcohol, fluff, blood, implied smut

Chapter 8.5

Apparently Theres an Echo

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She woke up to the cold sewer air prickling the skin that wast covered by her t-shirt and Pennywise’s long arms. He was still holding her on top of him and she could heard a soft purring from his chest reminding her of a giant cat.

“Nhm Pen are you purring.”

“No”

“Then why are you vibrating”

“No” he mumbled apparently he had fallen asleep too which was rare for Pennywise outside of hibernation.

She sat up and yawned noticing her claws on her hands “Well these are new” they shrunk back into normal fingers.

“Oooh my kitten’s got claws now” the clown purred he was still on his back and began to fold his hands behind his head basking in the after glow.

“What time is it?” she asked.

“No clue don't really keep a working clock down here” he said as he sat up plopping Leech’s beanie he had stolen back on her head. She kissed his cheek and he rolled his eyes at the sweet gesture. “I’m hungry wanna join me?” he said standing up now a devious toothy grin began to grow on his face.

“Dont think I'm the kid eating type Pen sorry.”

“Its almost night the only people out right now are going to be adults and teens. You can watch the master at work!” he waggled his eyebrows and held a hand out to her.

“I think I'm going to make my way home and grab a drink.” she replied taking his hand.

“Such a picky eater. Suit yourself.” he pulled her up and held her for a minute. “I’ll see you soon kitten” he leaned down and kissed her sweetly she smiled into it and brought her hands around his ruffles not noticing his yellow eyes slowly open halfway through the sweet gesture or the small smirk he was wearing when they pulled away from each other. “Bye Pen” she smiled picking up one of her discarded clothing items. He waved at her as he made his way to the tunnels.

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“Nice makeup Leech!” she heard as she walked into the house.

“Uh thanks Chucky?” she said as the doll walked by

“Really brings out the eyes” said Tiff who was laughing at something. Leech was seriously confused she didn't wear makeup that much anymore with her reflection beginning to disappear.  

“Ok guys seriously is there something on my face? Why are you all talking about makeup?”

“Not something toots, someone!” Freddy shouted he always stayed at their place when Drac had laundry day.

She pulled out her phone and snapped a quick selfie. It was the only way she could actually see what she looked like anymore. She nearly dropped it when she saw the red and white make up smeared all over her face and lips.

“PENNYWISE YOU ASSHOLE” she roared making her way towards the basement where the old well was erupting now with loud cackling. Oh he was in so much trouble now.

“Dont worry he's about to get his humiliation too.” Chucky snickered

“What’d he do this time.” Leech asked trying to wipe her face with her flannel.

“Oh I think you already know” said Freddy walking up to her and slapping her hard on the shoulder.

“The whole town knows from what I heard” Tiffany called out.

“Wait….. what?” Leech’s eyes were wide with confusion and horror.

“Didn’t know Jingles could howl like that nice job!” Chucky gave her a thumbs up.

“OH MY GOD”

The entire room died from laughter. She was paralyzed in shock realizing that everyone near a drain just heard what she and the clown had done. Pennywise was walking up from the basement now chewing on a leftover hand. He decided to give his favorite big eared bloodsucker a little scare and used it to tap Leech on the shoulder. When she jumped he saw the look of terror on her face and ginned proudly thinking everyone was still laughing at his prank. “GOT YOU” he sang. His grin turned into a frown when she didn't react.

“……….Pen did you know that the sewer… echoes?” the housemates snickered in the background

Pennywise’s expression became cold with sudden realization. “Oh no” he whispered as Freddy looked like he was about to suffocate from holding back his laughter.

“H-how many people…know.” his eyes began to drift apart.

“Everyone with a drain jingles. Pinhead called by the way he wanted to….. thank you?” Chucky said on the verge of cackling. Leech had slumped down onto her knees in utter defeat.

“Kudos to you hun for putting that ruffled asshole in his place” Tiff managed to tell her between giggles

“I-Im going to k-kill them all” Penny turned to Leech his smile was cracked and deranged and his eyes were going two completely different directions. He had begun to shake and twitch a bit she could faintly hear his soft bells jingle. The entire house exploded with laughter Chucky was actually crying from laughing so hard. Church the cat screamed in surprise from the sheer volume of the noise and ran between Penny’s feet and up the stairs. The clown was so frozen with embarrassment he didn't even notice.

“Say Leech, does he jingle while he fucks? Please tell me he does.” Freddy was finally able to call out to her.

“Pen… I know you said you wouldn't but. Please. Please kill me. I'm ready to die now” she looked over to the clown but he was gone. The basement door slamming shut. Leech snapped dashing for the door.

“PEN NO WAIT!! YOU CANT LEAVE ME HERE! YOU GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE AND TAKE ME WITH YOU! PENNYWISE YOU BASTARD IM NOT DEALING WITH THIS ALONE!” She ran to the door pounding on it as it locked and everyone howled with laughter again.

Leech crept downstairs after she was good everyone had gone to bed she NEEDED a drink. she made a beeline for the fridge planning on making a “Literal bloody marry” as she called it blood and vodka were the main ingredients with whatever she could throw in from the fridge for flavor. she had been getting her blood supply from work Leatherface had been kind enough to save her leftover blood in buckets until she could make her own kills. She really did love that giant maniac, he was like the big brother she never had.

As she opened the fridge door Pennywise flopped out, he had contorted himself into it as a hiding spot from further embarrassment.

“Is everyone gone?” he said with his face on the floor. It was a pitiful sight to see such a proud terrifying creature reduced to a state of utter humiliation.

“Yes. Now tell me where my fucking vodka is before I make you howl again and not in a good way.”

The clown shut the fridge with his foot and flicked it back open the items fully restored. Leech frantically grabbed her mixes and dumped them into a pitcher stirring it quickly before chugging it. Pennywise had rolled onto his back to watch her attempt to drown herself with a mix of blood and alcohol.

“Slow down there firecracker, or were going to have a repeat of last movie night. You argued with Freddy for 20 minutes about song lyrics”

“Freddy was fucking wrong and he still is.”

He stood up and snatched the pitcher out of her hand and drank some himself Leech protested with hisses and growls.

He whistled through his buckteeth after the taste of the drink. “You plan on adding more blood to your vodka dear?”

“After what just happened I don't think I ever want to be sober again.”

Pennywise winced and took another gulp. He didn't usually like the taste of alcohol unless it was extremely sugary but after the humiliation he just suffered he was willing to force it down in an attempt to make the situation less awful “For once I'm agreeing with you” he said.

After a few more drinks the pair stumbled over to a couch Leech sitting between the clowns legs her head against his chest. Apparently the clown cant hold his liquor well.

“Weeeee should watch a movie” Leech said tilting her head up at him

“Like whaaaat” he giggled. The clown was all laughs and jingles when drunk and his coordination went out the window.

“Something don't have to think about. I'm done with using my brain for today”

“As ifff you ever use it” he slurred

“Careful Jingles or I’ll tell everyone exactly what made you howl my name all through the sewer.” she snapped her teeth at his ruffled collar for dramatic effect.

“We’re not talking about that.”

They popped in a cheesy horror from Leech’s slowly growing movie collection, Pennywise couldn't help constantly giving critiques on the monster in a weird attempt to impress her “Its all wrong! This guy sucks I’d be so much better” he'd say.

“He doesn't even have a personality!” Occasionally he'd throw out a playful drunken insult her way just to get a rise out of her.

“Leeeech! Look see he's got no finesse like you!!” he'd giggle at that while affectionately playing with her giant pointy ears and Leech would nip at him causing him to giggle even more.

“Don't be a dick Pen” she shoved his knee.

“Ok, ok, but look at this! Look Leeech! You’re not looking! Leechie I’m trying to help you!”

“You're drunk Pennywise” Leech chuckled taking one of his hands and trying to lace her fingers in with his.

“So are you.” he growled.

“Hey Pen?”

“hm?” he grunted head tilted back from the swirl of the booze

“What are we? Since people are gunna ask now.”

He could have sworn he saw Chucky peaking around the corner with a sign saying “TELL HER YOU LOVE HER IDIOT” which made him wince in frustration.

“Complicated” he replied arms tightening around her

She seemed a bit disappointed with his answer. “You can say that again.” she sighed turning her head to lay against him, both eventually passing out to the flicker of the tv screen.

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